Thursday, April 19, 2012

A Glass Of Water

Silence, as tall as a glass of water, appears
in the opening of your mouth.

It's chilled,
stilled, unassuming, unfulfilled.

No words written in abandon
by your cooled fingers.

I want to touch you, but you might smile,
and recoil in denial of everything.

Silence, as tall as a see-through life-sized question mark.
Silence, won't you quench me now?

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