BETWEEN THE LINES

Between the lines
lies another country.

Have you not wished to peek and pry
behind the tricky thickets of my words?
To part the tumbled tangled phrases
with the palm of your hesitant hand?

If you would ever wonder what and wish
to take your chance and venture through
reach out your once reluctant hand.
Between the interstices of these lines
my guileless guiding hand awaits.

Together here, my love,
we may hand-clasp walk, bare-toed,
silent soles caressing the grass
or tip of tongue-together talk
only in whispers:
for I have made for you and me
a snug and sheltered halcyon home
right here between the lines.

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Cover picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07/2211139820/