shadow sifts upon shadow
transient bits of light
flicker between the two
like morse code taps
on prison house walls
are you there
listening in the dark
or do I hear
my echo’s emptiness
returning what
I wish to hear
come to me
with your song
a slow exhale
focused and clear
so I can play
my fingers
across your lips
like a blindman
reading braille
able to see
which words
are yours
and which
are mine
(August 21, 2014)
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