Slip of Tongue
I keep secrets
like other old people
always do
In my brown eyes, they borne
the stirs and sighs of all the things
I was entrusted, yet today…
this great excitement I felt
betrays my eyes, revealing
the discrepancies of my shadow
as I tried to snatch the trust
of a bird, playing “love me or love me not”
‘neath the healing mango tree
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