A palace walk
In between
The lines lay ,
Truth,
yet defined
By the tongue
Slowed,and tasted

Riddles
He carries
A soft,but heavy load
The mind,
Still,
A prison
Closelykept,
Reticent, Solipsistic,
Unlocked.

He speaks
Syntax,Con-Text
Only words
"ephemeral"
As fingers
Brush the lips and remain,
In an act of Possession

Flawed ,
Free,
Standing there
Her watching
Him Leave
another building
Abandoned
Conversation
read In between The lines lay,
Truth undefined, D
is-solved in the night
Riddles
...and the body has its own...