Speech Bubbles
Icy palm shelters a fevered mouth.
I still know what you're thinking.
Speech needn't become tangible
for your words to cut and bruise.
What you ache to say blankets,
lingers atmospherically between us.
Long gone are days of battling space,
requiring time, not colloquy.
What's the use of using words
if they only cut and bruise.
A simple glance, curl of lip
a siren, screeching through the silence.
Say nothing, if you can't speak nice.
Converse with me in bubbles
to ignore as I please,
I never learnt to read.
11 Sept 2011
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