Stitched Lips

I see the figure of a man,

I see a face,

I see all these things that I know,

Yet, I don’t know.

I look for the spike in energy,

Or, the dip of pulse

But yet, nothing happens

To give away those secrets at bay.

I look,

And I see a figure of a man,

A face I thought I knew,

But, now I know nothing of the man

Who I lie next to,

And I hope that I could steal a glimpse

Of those secrets he has stitched under his lips.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling