Shadow and Peek

I could write books
with my serious looks
or sonnets with 13 lines
but I prefer to speak
as I shadow and peek
into rooms I was in
a moment before

A kiss is a word
A word is a promise
The palm of my hand
lands in the space
I preordained for contact
it's nice there
I like it

I could hold hands
and then let go
but then who'd know
about you
but me?
So make a sound
audible, memorable
I'll be above, I'll be around
looking inside, holding you down

January 31, 2007