You have something to tell me.
I watch rather than listen.
Words tend to burst from your mouth
full-grown, and take immediate action.

Not long ago I watched "I love you"
come pouring out in a fresh, fruitful river.
It swept me along on a powerful current
that left me clean and sated.

Today your words are black.
Your lips give birth to beetles.
They swarm over me, enter me,
eating their fill, leaving me hollow.

You walk away untouched.

04/13/2002

Posted on 04/13/2002
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