2004 Poetry

how could my lips

utter those words

when those words

grow only in my eyes

clinching in silence

my lips rehears

day by day the lines

and breaks of my runes

with a hope that one day

the commas and the

semi-colons would

ensnare you

my gazes—sneaky,

cautious not to be seen

because once you did,

I was left pivoting in shame

I guess I’ll stay whispering

your name, my room is not

that big, but it can incubate

a million yen for you

written 12/12/03

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

What a lovely write. I enjoyed reading.