maybe a prose but never a poem (4)

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You ask why I set foot at places

where you exhale

your thoughts, your ravings,

your private jeremiads

and you can only look at me

for the silence that comes after

maybe you’re able to divine the answer

how it’s simply the closest I’ve gotten

to laying my eyes on you

begetting a tenderness

that’s hard to construe.

You may cite my harbor for craft

which is beyond my league

although it’s a mistake to think

there’s anything from you I might need.

There’s nary an end within

to cull the gems I’ve set in your esteem

and despite those words I shouldn’t have tried to read

I could only extend my hand to you,in peace.

Because the traces of where this heart has thus been

I still have no want to peel.

– geena 2016

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