Would One Verse Be Enough?
Once upon a field of snow
Was a little puppet show
A dancing her, a laughing him
Pulled by strings, touching limbs
In a blanket of wind and mist
Where they made their holy tryst
Do you need to know where they've been?
Do you need to know all their sins?
Can't we just, trust the love
Know that it's from above
And if it's lust, what's it to you
Who can say a kiss can't be true
Just in itself, till the lips blue
What's in between? The hips knew
I don't need to know, I just see
And then I smile, and live happily
A Quiet Account of Cowardice
I sat there, in the silence
A paper peered at me
All I needed, was to finish
The last sentence.
I didn't.
The next morning, they found me.
An unfinished sentence.
That's all that was said.
What of the silence?
He still hung around.
He was not afraid.
I wish I were the silence
But I could never be him
Because, I already was
The silence that was never broken
The silence that was never heard
I was that silence
And that's all they knew.
I, too, 'hung' around
I think
I should've finished my sentence.