for Amy
crossed fingers, long with
nails of velvety quartz
held at breath's touch,
hiding a smile
yet not fully covered,
not fully sheltered.
because the eyes speak a language
the mind can't ignore.
cameras can't capture it
artists can't render the likeness
all the poems of the world
have yet to describe
blue beyond the sky’s
ringed with night
quietly stirring,
almost imperceptibly
the life behind irises foresee
secrets that have yet to be
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