I’m
curious for your voice the warfare of your smile
streaming
through
trial and light. You perish with such grace to
capture
for
resurrection striving through addictions. Every
glass
a
treasure
where every cigarette a gem. We fall through
converse
where
a verse said triggers sudden panic, even a
shattered
conviction.
I’m curious for your voice to unmask a
woman’s
wisdom
reaching for flute and star. You live with such
face
against
a screen tiptoeing through features. It’s indicative
of
humans
and
thus deemed as normal for several to peek and pull.
I’m
with
need
to buff a vase or scribe a mirror where ghosts peer
to
frighten
crystal
eyes. We live television rarely in contact to touch
for
personality
weaving camouflaged miracles. Was it a
lifetime
to
feel
eerie feigning within grays to suddenly morph into
creation?
I’m
curious for your voice an attentive perfume wafting
through
both
winds and mind; for you’re subtle in position ever
awake
through
actions
skating a narrow path. Was it a lifetime to appear
one
night
while
frying steaks? I drift into a conversation where a
stranger
stood
to feel a leap where
I never perceived said stranger.
