Tears from Anna’s eyes
stream salt to her lips.
Whatever I said,
I meant only in my head.
Sobs and shakes draw
chills the length of her spine.
I calculated an overstatement
of cheap thrills through words
that I can’t retract.
What I meant, I never said.
What’s sincere reveals itself
amid her face, warm to the touch,
dry throat, red lips.
Lucid promises disguised
as altruistic tranquility.

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