I study the ways I believe I belong to you, The way your smile Shifts the balance of my tongue-- Debauching words as if Your kiss was not a kiss But a drink numbing My resentment. I take note of the feeling-- The consolation Of being in your arms, A warmth working alone On the cold barricade I put up In fear of abandonment. I keep close your beautiful heart, In hopes of a beat to become Finely tuned--yours and mine, A steady rhythm strong enough to heal.













