Smiling
Even (at least sometimes) in the wrong places
Magic ~ I doubt you own up to that ~
Played out in
All your silent tongues
In all the dialects we both may anguish over
Forgotten by morning
Indiscrete nights/discourse denied
Objuration unspoken/agreed?
Not, it would seem (sighs suggest otherwise)
Articulate blushes speak the unutterable
Fresh, this tang, this fruit
Unschooled (it likens to nothing)
Lectrice-like your name is spoken in circles
Tone deaf, I mutter and amble
Obsequies, though never immediate, are near, though
Nunciative, you hold all the cards
dykiegirl 