I can feel your look
on my shoulder
reminding me
of all the ways
to feel
alone with you

my mouth
a stumble
of voice,
amongst ruins
that stand
in the dark

breaths
that hang the silence
into pain,
Ignoring
this passionate mess
I am

In holding
those eyes
strangest to me
at attention,-
so spoken
by them-
to thrive
such aliveness
when we meet

If only I
could say,
so simply
as eyes do-
turn rough movement
into inviting gesture-
crystal blue waters
never mentioning change,-
if only I
could reach
as deeply
as they do-
for you.


05/23/2002

05/23/2002

Posted on 05/23/2002
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