January 25, 2005 - 2:43 p.m.
to bear and part
conversations that are entirely between
the line
half jealousy
half curiosity
you and those fine fingers
eight
ten if you count thumbs
feet as useless as two left
and i can't mumble the right thing
in these circumstances
eyes up
beautiful
and in the eyes is yes
their letters rearrange to form the word i want
yes
from you
and we'll never know
if we don't say it
and i don't even smoke but am compelled
no edit on my thoughts
voice or eyes cast upwards to whom? not god, certainly
just give me answers
but please make them yours
and make them correspond with the feeling in my ribs
ripped open and only you know how to reach beneath them
to pull from half words
sounds far better than whole sentences
