RK

words that I want to say, can

only perspire through my

hands, and not diffuse from

my mouth

 

and it was as if,

I dragged the two -

you and me - through

muds and rocks

 

that cut and scarred,

that dirtied and infected,

what was once sterile

and all right

 

we are not beautiful creatures

that can wrap their hands

around the things they want

and crush what they dislike

 

instead, we can only stare

from afar of what we adore,

and quietly curse and lie, like

stained glass, to what we hate