Friday, March 03, 2006

Quiet Man

words are liars
by their very nature.
tin cans clanging
on a honeymoon string

trying to sing.

it’s a lot of noise
to untie later.

You and me
more often
check in,
leave the rattle behind,
unpack our breath,
kick conversation off
like a pair of tight

Sing our particular
with fingers and hips.
the melody being
what hovers
your eyes and mine.

I like how you look
at me
so often
you don’t have
the words.