Apr 12 2009
An ordinary fight
Length of your hair speaks layers
trimmed at last conversation
Your wordless motion
imparting thoughts stranded on view––
a treeless hill
Hidden in valleys
lips sealed
Spoken alone by your eyes
anger served on white porcelain
Seated before the roast,
knife refuses to speak
Jumps to my throat––
jugular veins
Strangling my senses,
my senses dipped in silence
