hands

I remember strolling up to you
As you waited for me on the corner
Head down in your phone
Behind the faithful busker

I watched you and wondered
What you saw in me
What made you come
And wait

Hey
I grabbed your arm
And kissed your cheek
It triggered a smile
You squeezed me tight

You let me walk out to the ocean
By then my lips were chapped
But you kept on singing
That song about love

And nudging me
And searching
With your eyes
For my hand

And I almost released it
From its pocket-shelter
I swear I almost

Slipped


My hand



In yours




I--

erased

All of me is tired, a quill run dry
Where's the witch who fed me contempt like a drug?
I'd like to tell her my name
I'd like to write down the list
Of all
The lovers
She
Erased

Who's to blame if I'm a half-read book
If I tempt you to skip some pages I call "blank"?
They bleed of unkind revision
I'd like to cut off the hand
That marred
My truth
And
Left