Gesticulations

Mimes know exactly the excrutiating pain
involved when words are not enough.
Silence prescribed for appropriate
gathering of wool witted wisdom
as one gesticulates a game of charades.
No one wins.
In frustration, you walk away.
How can I tell you that every time
you smile my heart is still subject
to sedition. I can't so I just try
to keep feeling out the sides
of this unseen box in which there is
only enough air to choke me.
Paint my smile and let me
pretend that I do not love you.
I think though that these fingers
give me away when you are near.