between the lines

i did not know what was in front of me,
until i read between your parentheses,
sharp enough to cut through
these cataracts, exposing
earthy eyes, sunlight at midnight.

it was not until you understood
what was meant to be said
and what is carefully, not,
that your deep crevices
became the secret field where
nothing could stay hidden.

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