Wednesday, September 28, 2011


When I look at your lips
And look at your eyes
They speak a different story.
You declare your love every day,
Cross your heart,
Swear to the gods
I watch you every day.
I stand at the window,
Watch you talk
Your body language says one thing
Your lips, your lips speak the truth.
No matter how many times you say it,
Declare it, proclaim it.
When we meet your lips smile and quiver.
You lick them in anticipation,
The lips lightly touch your cheeks,
And yours reciprocate.
Suddenly, you can’t stop talking,
Your hands are twitching.
When you leave they turn down,
Into a frown,
Your moods kick in,
You start to stare into the horizon.
You play with your phone
Check it every two seconds.
Why baby?
When did things change?
When did you start you fall out of me?
When did you start to drift away?
I learnt to read the minute you started to lie.

©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

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