Who Knows

The way you speak Now without words, Fine touch can peak Yet all is heard! Poignant this spell Of mystery, Who knows who dwells Deep symphony? A secret smile Tells not much here, Charm fronts a style In savvy cheer. A secret bliss Tells words to stop, Do you hurl peace As unease flops? I find my way To read you now, A hidden play I read somehow. I gaze and look Eyes seek the buzz, A time to book That mellow crust. This passage here In a tight squeeze, Taut tensile fear In humid breeze. Smile thus my dear Embrace such chimes, Pain anchors cheer For anxious times. No one can tell How pieces fit? Now who knows well This puzzling wit. So come around In plain unveil, Your touch can ground What yet prevails. Leon Enriquez 30 July 2017 Singapore