Thursday 25 February 2010

Button Holes

Is it alright now to ask
Or is it better if I don’t?
You know I wont hear
Your reply. Ill just remember
Your breath in my ear,
Uncontrollable urges to smile.
We can sit and talk a while;
“Do you think-?” “Are you-?”
“Can we -?”But inflections they
Pass. Words always fail,
Breath it leaves a gap
For one more broken sentence;
What it was I meant.
I could study the buttons on your
Shirt, so easy to undo. Your shoes
Could lie on my floor. I could lie
Knowing, nakedness showing,
That I got under your clothes,
But not your skin.
There’ll be no exchange.
No body for conversation.

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