We sprayed the room with our anger
realizing it is one of the few possessions
that we share.
I bring a spoonful of secrets to your lips
but they blistered your tongue.
Slouching like the damp feather pillow
that carries my shape,
I lose my footing on the crumbling remains of our battle.
Emboldened by imaginary treacheries,
you wield your sword of stoicism like a blunt object.
I sway with vertigo; you stand erect on familiar solid ground.
Refusing to be choked by your gag order
I leave elaborate clues.
Poems scribbled on tissue
tied with the beribboned lacings of a ballerina’s slipper:
every word pulled taut.
Truth masquerading as tourniquets.
Dismissing them as overwrought sentiments
from behind the safety of enemy lines,
you fashion ingots from the loose coinage of a mind’s sounding bored.
Searching for the fiction you rely upon,
your foil rents the chiffon of my psyche
I am as perishable as a day lily
in a milk-glass vase.
Exposed by a string of pollen leavings.
your face, when I touch you,
is marked yellow with regret’s hollow tracings.
We soldier on.
You extracting your tithes of tenderness
While I shiver in the silence.