Blacken
copyright © 2001 c. amaris
shadows thin like velvet smoke,
dwindling, insinuating into
our uneasy laughter.
-careful not to look too close!-
...sun spots, answers to questions neither one of us
really want to ask,
the chance to go blind, perhaps see god...
-look away, look away!-
...stakes too high...
but you stare
not afraid not listening not caring,
always preoccupied with the truth
regardless
of what any one of us may be feeling.
-it's the truth that counts-
you say.
sun sliding sliding,
unnatural night winding to our feet,
soles and souls shaking
till the moment passes.
My eyes, not Yours averted.
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