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April 02, 2008 - 7:19 p.m.
you can't know what I mean ---- when i reach out speaking with my hands you hear silence but that's not what i'm saying in those pauses, pregnant, between my sharp words i mean, 'i love you' 'i don't know what to do with your anger' 'i am not accustomed to it' i don't want to be good at you 'angry' it will mean i have seen enough to know what to do and i would rather be inexperienced - at some things i want to be skilled in keeping your waters still, ruffling feathers with soft fingers tickling those moments of frustration into smiles ---no rough sea, water broken, overboard words we do not mean. the pregnant pause should pass gently, no still birth, but instead, a quick intake of breath pushing past the moment of pain, forward into the smile that reminds you why it is love what you want in your arms the reason why it is so easy to forgive when something is so precious that it makes you forget being frustrated, annoyed, silenced - unintentionally do not silence joy, if i bubble over, do not try to put a lid on your own excitement move me onto your burner i will boil for you, too i promise I am a noisy kettle, but do not call me black- my little pot - stewing in your own juice, when i wish you were stewing in mine... I love you.
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