Weak Spots Xiv

I love a mouth that tries, And a heart that bleeds, Yet is still determined to live— Despite the absence of peace And absence has its beauty, Without needing to be filled with Anything—absence is profound as a Drop that fails to reach its end The anticipating sound Of its final plunge— A drop that dissipates before it hits The promiseless bottom I love a mouth that speaks When it is closed It smiles and knows there Will be a sound after the emptiness 2.14.20