She's got a tell.

She's got a tell.
She shows her ghosts,
Her shades,
The hints of her ellipsis.
We were dressed better
In our secrets.
We were,
In our sheer light,
The evening lightning of our hunger.
She kisses more convincingly
On the verge of tears,
And then the sun comes up
Across her angles
And she whispers things
Too beautiful
To repeat out in the world.