Silent Slaves

He asks me, "Do you remember?"
"The Peet's Coffee place?"
"The bell we heard at the train tracks?"
Almost reaching to hold my hand

Haven’t heard from her for two days. She’s quiet, and I am Making do with her brief messages Asking me to send my pics. In these quiet moments, In her confident pauses, I know–I can feel, An expansion...

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...

How long are you going to smile a public smile when you see me Sweeping me out the door of your kindness and grace How long am I to go on feeling a private guilt when I see you Hoping one day you will see the chains you...

Thus I crawl from one doorstep to another.
Waiting for the Death,
Hoping it will show up when I sleep.

Head down in it, I was fiddling with the back panel, prying it open A shadow, silvery, appeared, almost stopping my heart I looked up, dropped everything, saw the silvery shadow turn into you golden My nerves...