Friday, June 19, 2009

Silence






The day we met was simple: laughing hard,
a stolen glance—Those were my purest words.
That night, though, all the nights along the road
until now, I saw a faceless lover carve
your simple virgin face with lips like shards
of conquest. Loving faceless phantoms blur
decisions in the day. Potential blows
of rejection freeze me, so I'll just wait.

- - -

The winter frost arrived. The mouse's supply
of food diminished dangerously low
by thoughts of hawks that might consume his heart.
Inside his hole from fear, he decided to lie
and wait within starvation's safety. Shown
no mercy, winter kissed his slowing heart.

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