i would like each syllable typed here to ring in your head
eternally, but i have not yet figured out the mechanics of
making these words work like something as simple as a
look she gives me that births a small light behind my rib cage.

i would like you to make the sounds that these lines of light
and darkness bring about in your wet stinking mouth
and have the small silent spaces between words feel the
same as being held in that still space between her heartbeats.

but i am scared to give you that and my fingers shake so
much that i am uncertain as to what keys are being
pressed and anyway even though i know every word worth using

none of them will do a damn thing that i want, so i'll leave them
here - a mess of dots that you could only connect if you
have watched her dreaming or woken up to her smile.

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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