I travel beyond your face
to look behind the corner
of your smile, your eyes,
your face.
Around that corner is another place
where another world
unfolds, a world is told.
Layers hidden
then suddenly suspended in space
to who you are, where you are.
Dissecting like a surgeon
I walk through your world and see
the hurt, the gifts, and empty jars.
Unfolding memories of hanging pictures,
scented candles, dirty laundry and
rainbows in your heart.
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