Those furtive glances,
The darting eyes
And pursed lips
The twitch
At the corner of your mouth
The wrinkle on your nose
The subtle frown
Oh! they spoke volumes,
What was it that ate at you
You half rose
Then sat back,
Twiddling you thumbs
Loh! You were fast
The sweeping glances
The tense shudders
Ah! Let it out now
Your fingers intertwined
You teeth clenched tight
Your thighs pressed closed
Your shoulder grew hunched
Your head bow
Your chest sunk low
Your body slumped.
Alas! That is all you had to say
©davyvivaldi
2013
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