I thought,
your eyes
were doors,
wide open doors,
inviting me
to experience
the space
of your heart.

Later
I discovered,
your eyes
were windows,
dark windows,
on which
I flattened
my nose.

I saw
nothing more,
than a
blurred
reflection
of my own
baffled face.
Bewildering.

I looked
out for the
right language,
the right
open sesame.
I searched
but I found
only Words.
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