i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

when i meet your eye.

a hand held out

grasping at straws... straws of air.

desire.

when i walk alone

to speed up

to slow down... to find company.

hesitation.

a hand withdrawn,

i can't deal

violation happens... of trust.

and memory

memory will rust and erode

into lists

into fragments

into puzzles and pieces.

i walk the line.