Slow Exposure

accidentally dropping our illusion

I know the shadow of bones:

The silhouette of a smile

That grins from inside and hides behind a practised tongue.  

Touch the ropes around your wrists

And see that they have fallen, 

(I will),

Watching the floor engulf an unsaid speech with my eyelashes.

Perfected fronts fade away with the dreams I had

In a clutch of slow exposure. 

Our fingers slide from where they were supposed to be;

You saw the cards that were supposed to fold

(Supposed to)

But the house of wolves and I aligned them

Reviews

[Irenic]

a poem with hidden meaning, for me.

a very very amazing write. the way you write that we human beings hide our real image is amazing and vivid.

last line is love.

:)
thanks for sharing:)

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you! ☺️

[Irenic]

welcome.............:)

[Mayank]

The way it pauses, the description and the concept is brilliant. The first verse just penetrated my imagination, there I saw that face. Provoking and titillating.

[Ohhhwillow]

A new kind of approach for me, to a new kind of interpersonal connection.. Thank you very much for your kind review! 😃