As a silk veil drapes
across a coy desire,
a whispered tease
hides in our noise;
so say it again,
some flow of image:
I wish you were here- –
a correspondence
without closure
again as it began
vaguely from the nothing
between my words.
As if within
handwriting’s flow,
the letters inscribe
an incantation,
a circle to contain
all we wish to define.
(November 21, 2014)
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