the trail that wraps around your waist and
slips behind your hips and down your thighs, I
dwell on words my worn, myopic eyes are
all too blind to read when daily faced with
all the world’s distractions, dash, and haste; and
just as silence amplifies your sighs, the
darkness here, wherein your body lies, makes
legible a language light erased.
scan from left to right, and back again -- the
meter flows each way along your skin, as
long as I just let the letters lead. Not
far from us, the cold, discordant din continues
at accelerating speed, but I am deafened by the words I read.