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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

24 December, 2004

Meeting

So you ask me
“How are you?”

I imagine your hand
Reaching out
And one crooked finger
Gently under my chin
Looking for answers.

I imagine your feet
Daring me
Directly in my path
Holding me captive
Asking me again.

I imagine I dare
Meeting eyes
And in one mad moment
Unblinking, tell the truth
So help me God.

I imagine your eyes
Unwavering still
Sterner than ever
Finding me wanting
Turning me away.

I imagine I imagine
Yielding too
And drowning in smiles
In the circle of arms
Absolute madness.

But you see me
Wringing hands
An incoherent reply
You roll eyes skywards
And walk away.

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3 Comments:

Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

"In this last of meeting places/We grope together/ and avoid speech/Gathered on this beach/Of the tumid river."

- Eliot, 'The Hollow Men'

Lovely work :)

24 December, 2004 10:59  
Blogger Queenie said...

This is wonderful.
I might be in love with your blog.
You all have such talent.

Q

27 December, 2004 09:59  
Anonymous Devotica said...

guttural
and
telltale
like
ever before

your world-view
kills pink

I,for one,
dance upon the death
of any Pink

Cheers

03 November, 2005 00:02  

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