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  • I see the muscles in your jaw flutter
    Your concentration shifts, adjusts
    And I can imagine the excitement
    Behind a stoic, chiseled facade
    Puzzle pieces fitting
    Like our lips
    Like the ideas shifting
    Settling, affirming

    The peaks of your brow
    And your eyes
    The crossfire of your
    Soul, intension

    Everything strongly anchored
    In the symmetry of your face

    The knobs on your knuckles
    Hinges of your fingers
    Cautious dexterity

    The defined protrusion of your lips
    Leads down to your chin
    Unfurling, blooming mechanically
    Into the breadth of your jawbone
    Which looms over Adam's apple
    Straightforward, precise
    Boyish and inquisitive

    I fawn, we sit.
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