It's the words <br />beneath the words <br />that frighten me. <br /> <br />Scattered and hidden <br />in the back of my mind, <br />on scraps of paper, <br /> <br />(in the silences) . <br /> <br />Bold as a burp <br />I sometimes dropp them carelessly, <br />in midsentences, in startled <br />gaps of mundane conversation. <br /> <br />I lose them to the hungry air, <br />my real portrait, untouched <br />glossy face. <br /> <br /> <br />(Written for my friend - Carole Clark)<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-portrait/
