poker face

your moment of happiness when it happens,
looks like the joy of some very young goats
playing and grazing in your soul's meadow
for nothing can't fit on your earth and sky
with the lovely sequelae of your happening

the buds of all your vibrations, stitch in time
any emotion, making crackle the firm visage
of your poker face that's depicting the ember
of your chromatic eyes to intuit new feelings
on the animated road of fancy, yours & mine

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