Jun
12
A soft phantom silence
sings through your printed words
like a pantomime sans melody
I can feel the rhythm of your spirit
in steady beats
as I pass through the lines
of your letters
Yet I can only imagine
the look in your eyes as you write
and the timbre of your tone
as you speak
I don’t recognize the voice
I imagine, though it’s likely from
a movie I saw long ago and
don’t remember
One with a sultry, mysterious defector
whom you never really
know if she’s on your side
