In between the Lines
Reading in between the lines
of you
Trying not to be afraid to
misconstrue
A timing and a patience a
line in the fences
Of these silent spaces
The movements in the places
when I am alone
That I can not see in you,
and I wish I knew
What grows inside, is it me
in scent, in face?
In an image you can not
manage to erase?
Trout on the line hooked and
towing in time
A jut abrupt and can not get
away
Connected and knowing to be
reeled in and
Showing the freedom of
release
To come back in peace
A pool of that sitting just
below the water’s surface
The placid liquid floor, a ceiling
and all about the breaching
Of the circus beneath and all
the discreet
Communications in blind
extremities reaching
To uncover the rising and
hope for the timing
Between setting the words to
invite a return
Into a joint world and adjoin
what feels like
Magnetic atonement in the
sheets of your skin
This silence in waiting a
prison of hope
The glide of the time when
the sound shatters the surface
To fill in between the lines
Of what I hope and who you
are
The reality and how far and
how much better
Hands are than the feathers
Of a Pegasus or a Phoenix rising
To see you in the lines of a
table
Juxtaposed with my words and
your
Smile inflections and bold
Returns volleyed and felt in
the most human of shells
Cracking open before me
A woman releasing herself to
join me
Green eyes wide and growing
inside
An answer I can finally
understand
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