Come again?
I said, as if I hadnt heard,
hand to ear, only listening to the repetitions
and redundancies,
how easy it is for me to play
coy, play deaf, play mute.

I havent heard you in so long,
the hand on my skin is silent,
the bed is wide,
the space between us is a buffer
against your noise, your love.

I havent listened for your kiss,
I havent listened for your caress....

02/27/2004

Posted on 02/28/2004
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