“Untitled 2”

“Untitled 2”

I sooth your soul with cursive words, but

you only know how to handwrite.

Can’t recognize

the verbalization of my spirit side;

getting lost in the way

I slant straight lines

Different wavelengths, though the same

language.

Lusting for a way I can explain this;

I treasure your words like keepsakes,

loop my way around the context,

study the way your wrist flicks when

you think you’ve finished the sentence.

My syllables –

Connected – how we could be

if you could

read the message.

Got a signature presence,

so at least learn how to annunciate.

Don’t ever think I’m gonna print

my name.

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