a twitch in the corner
of your otherwise straight mouth
focused eyes that still wander
west as you face south
a slight furrow
in that immaculate brow
a hint of sorrow
beneath your silent scowl
a tiny skip in the beat
of my stone heart
when i hear your feet
even in the dark
a crook of your neck
as if to mock
when i horribly wreck
my attempt to sweet talk
a twitch in your fingers
when one unforgivable crime
makes my hand linger
then leave yours for the last time