Something Exchanged

The smile grows wide upon your face
as you glance over your shoulder
your cheekbones rise
as you compose yourself, ever bolder

What look is that?
That one.
The one that appears in my mind.
It reverberates,
echos of days past,
suggestions of the future.

Your head tips forward and down
meeting mine with a smile
and a touch
and a hug
something exchanged

A poem you wrote
with no title
a need unfilfilled raged within,
a request?
Or a narrative
of a life as yet undefined?

© Dave Lawson, 2000

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