Monday, October 8, 2012


i'm stuck between the pages
of all you refuse to say
and all i have inquired

your skin grows hotter
your lips go tighter

do my words go to you?
your silence an angry stone

i watch you shutting down,
folding into the blurry red pages
of this, our book of lonely wandering
and quiet, desperate pining

please stop hiding

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