Fraudulent omission, I can accept
that which is not willing to be spoken
as your eyes have already engraved it--
somehow with mischievous honesty--
into a part unreached by hands alone.
Repelled, depleted defenses are crumbling
as you hide your compliments underneath
casual sentences and wayward glances,
sidelong advances and plundered truths.
With open ears I listen intently for the next,
the one after, and then another after that,
when you give yourself away inconspicuously
as I remain the obvious fool, in love.