i often look for your mouth
to form a vowel sound or a sigh
of indication
to let me know where
our thing stands
where i fit into
all of this
for you
but its more often your silence
saying it all
and i play deaf/to keep me softened to you
but reality corners my moistened heart
forming frost around its edges
so my glorifying, blurry vision is balanced
by the clarity of your
distance.
-- March 1, 2007
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