Like a Book Left Open
by Doug Thiele
like a book left open
to the most poignant page
for an illiterate eye
he weaves inference
onto subtle allusion
proffering undying love
in so close a hue
that nuance is the veneer
of his light conversation.
But for all that beauty
of nape and cream shoulder
forearm and liquid wrist
despite her opaline eye
studied on the finest point
of male movement ...
to her a stone is a stone
she cannot parse
will not extrapolate.
His gentle protestations
splash like wet snow
from the upspringing bough
of her dull and simple wit.
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