❛ you seem stressed . ❜ lips pursed , rosebud hue , a gentle form ‘neath hand that strokes at chin in intrigue : but eyne do not falter , do not rise nor fall , rather , they stay at a steady level to meet ice / ice . discretion links lip to finger , eyne drawn down in an art of faux modesty . chin turns to shoulder now , resting ‘pon curvature . ( and i will become : lilies ‘pon the veranda tickling at your youth / make you think of me , always ) ❛ need someone to listen ? ❜ @medicative












