i am defining motion
by the lines in his face.
the valleys of laughter
break into the mouth
of a river. his mouth, his
lips.

we embrace
in a black and white picture.
all we can ever be
are shades and textures,
a background, a surface,
collecting dust.

the straight, etched
lines of his back
and shoulders
remind me that
i am alone.
and time is walking.

and when my eyes span
the distance to your
window, i know you
could be seeing me
for the first time.
a first impression
of my passion.

12/03/2003

Posted on 04/08/2006
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