Saturday, June 26, 2010

In My Longing / Two in an Elevator

In My Longing

I hear the drum
of our past
beating to your
footsteps searching
outside the door
for a path back
into my heart.

Two in an Elevator

Nothing hides the silence
That bids her breathing still.
Roaming eyes lost a struggle violent,
Meeting only to settle on cold steel

Wall searching back for warmth
In this enclosed hole, where it runs
Between two not so different forms
Burning with hellos clearly undone

By proximity between strangers
Not wanting to forget the flow
Of lives lonely in different manners,
In each our language of silence told.

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