Thursday, August 30, 2012


In a crowd,
your leonine eyes met mine
       — we spoke from a distance.
A foreign instant
when faceless strangers
sharpen into focus
and gaze brazenly at each other
as if to say;
                 "What have I to fear?
                  you're the same as I,
                  human and alone."
An intimate moment
strikes desperate unease
into the beholder
and they quickly glance away
as if to say;
                 "That appraisal was accidental
                   what verity gleamed
                   will remain, arcane."                  
Our modest hearts, conscious
of the soul's diffidence,
its ineffability translatable
into the space of a gaze.

This silence now stretches. I now resort to the unutterable nature of silent things.

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