after a night of no dreams but daydreams
I sit down to the feast. Can’t eat.
You come in.
For fear of the flower of darkness being crushed
I shut out the light of your face.
Yet it radiates from a secret source.
Don’t say it, words make us so separate.
There’s more silence in words
than words in your silence.
What I wanted to say:
I want a kiss like a poem.
Beneath our imperfect bodies