yan zi
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the contours of her shoulders
and neck fascinate me
her smile is infectious
her skin an indescribable
texture of cool to touch
warm to see brown
collar bones...
eyes, smile,
her heart, could be mine
i think she would give it readily
but her mind
the key...
lies obscured in a fog
of tangled tongues
the tragedy of Babel
will take too long to repair
and i know she will never
be mine.