a cache of complications
Caressing the conversation, the back and forth play, for an intimacy beyond the day’s drab discourse,
She tastes each phrase, rolls slow syllables around her tongue like an adulterous kiss.
She knows, hidden within these folds, lies a nub of meaning to be mouthed like twined secrets in the dark:
“Speak with me,” she whispers, “come to me through your words.”
(February 2013)









