Loud Hands

I am a loud hand-talker 
With every breath
My face speaks volumes
Over my actual speech–
Characteristically devoid
Of consequences
Wrought with intrepid movement
Against challenges
Stampeding, barely breathing
Caught off guard–
Without a chance
For redeeming untoward favors–
Unwanted, but earned with no effort.

I would like to take a moment
To concern myself with someone else
Selflessly reflecting on their being
Without being overtly intrusive
Which I tend to be–
Delving into the depths
Of unsuspecting characters
Without them noticing
As I’m distracting myself from eye contact–
Which always leads to trouble.

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