conversations in hand

god, darling, in hands

we can speak

and it's so private, maybe

so private only i am party to

this conversation.

maybe this is a private conversation

had in skin cells and paint

and fingertips

maybe, maybe.

and maybe this is a conversation i can

have with your eyes, where

i will tell you things you just miss

over

and

over.

maybe, maybe.

god, darling, this is a private

conversation,

which we will hold in a

silent court

of palms and fingers.

so it will be us alone and i will

forget to say the things

i mean

and i will

hope you know what

i mean,

though i know

you won't.

isn't that life?

but still, this conversation

oh god, oh darling,

this conversation i will hold.

at least for a time.