The soul
always remembers
what the mind tries to forget.

Parallel trains of conversation,
parallel trains of thought,
a veil of words unspoken.

Flares of Love emanate
from a loving Heart.
rendering inactive
machinations of fear.

When Who spoke to What,
When became active
and engaged Where to look,
for a How.

Her book of empy pages
wrote itself
on the altar of Desire.
but! then she ran out of ink
in the middle of confession.

The folds in his eyelids
of memories restrained
each lash keeping a secret
of what couldn't be undone.