Thursday, June 5, 2014

Do you?


Do You?

A loaded question
Ready, aim, fire
Do you
see
the way I feel
narrow and naked
Sometimes I know
the answer
Do you
feel
the spark, a jolt, twinge of pang
flammable sin
why
I do not ask
Do you
hear
the silent ballet of words
orchestrating a mood
leading, building, painting the scene
Do you
notice
an accidental lingering touch
Do you
know
I know
without ever asking
and still, like an echo
I wonder if
you do?

Image By Meyer, Johann Georg, 1813-1886 (artist); L. Prang & Co. (publisher) (Flickr: The Love Token) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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