I saw suspicion in her eye
Truth is fire, dancing image ill defined

Echo the silence in the pregnant air
Aware of how and why and when
In the thrill of language we become obsessed
With the color of the pen

I felt the tremor in her thigh
Words of fire and a whirlwind in her sigh

Captured the feeling with a feeble hand
Still need to edit and emend
In the thrill of language we become obsessed
With the color of the pen

I can’t see your face with the light behind you
I’m a shadow in your silhouette
Touch, like a thief, snuck up right behind you
I shouldn’t have kissed you yet

Sallow faces, shallow graves
Let us say a faint amen
In the throes of language I became obsessed
I will hallow you, or I will hollow you

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