beneath the surface

i see your picture

my vision

translate into deed

feeling

your hand

move

across the naked page

swollen

your lips

meet

lines

that spread ink

filling

your tongue

linger

to taste

sweet

words

that speak

of moments

hidden deep

beneath your surface

longing for movement

they shake your world

and you cling

to fear

unknowing

reflecting

a face

yours

waiting

to caress your need

craving

you run

turning rocks

to hide

leaving only pieces

exposed

Robert Hnasko