Feb 16, 2006 23:54
The Way We Communicate
You stretched out, feral sprawled on the bed
pawing a bottle cap across your twisting fingers.
And I, C.I.A. agent in training gazed steadfast
at the ceiling, waited for you to ask me, ‘what are you thinking?’
Between us we were satisfied soaking silence.
Afraid of getting drenched, I stuck out
a white flag covered umbrella. You ducked behind
a mud dug trench, benched behind my next sentence.
My muscles are tired from mopping us up
So for the sake of saving time
give me a bottle cap to twist between my fingers,
I’ll leave the polygraph for the morning.
* rip tear, or read, or what have you -
- just how i'm feeling lately