Babe, darling, dear
I am on the verge of sleep
Unconsciousness.
Winter, fall, spring, and summer
When will you come around?
I am swimming farther upstream
Currently.
Sugar, honey, love
Why is your touch so foreign?
I am behind a wall
Tempted.
You are speaking words
What are you saying?
I am hearing actions
Noise.
Wait, what is in my way?
You know.
I am putting it on you
Confused.
Of course.
Are you uncertain?
Them, they, the others
Staring.
What do you mean?
Breaking down
Our communication into
Pieces.
Where do we leave it?
Coming to terms
With what is
Focus not force.
Pass my way again
Sometime,
When you are ready to meet
Me.
A.C.
2 comments:
Okay. I have to comment on this one.
Nice. Very nice.
"Poet, pilot, victim
Vector of meaning-melding
Where pointed, where embedded
Connection?"
The Avian
I think I finally grasped the meaning of the bit o' poem in your comment, after reading it, re-reading it, leaving it and coming back and re-re-reading it. Yes, connection.
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