A Prose for an Unsuspecting Soul.

God took the brown of the soil and displaced it in your eyes
Rich and fertile, full of promise and potential.
The crooked angle of your thin lips uprising into that childish smile
as your eyes beam with golden hits of warm sunlight.
The youth in you shimmers and masks your wise facade;
You are barren with years that are yet to come.
An eternal thirst for knowledge, your lips are parched -
there's an aching for more though, you're empty of the heart.
And so you touch and you love and you hide behind closed eyes,
a twitch of the eyebrows, a blush of the cheek,
the blood invades your unsuspecting veins and you try not to show
that you're scared.
A synapse in your brain triggers your muscle and sinew to linger in -
to draw in closer to that which you desire, but you back away,
a reflex of the nerves. Your heart races and your meager expression
shelters your mitigated speech. You refrain from letting volumes spill
from a tongue that loves to speak but not say much at all.