mincing the words gently
as I hush rainfall
in your room, with every strum
on this six stringed sanctuary
you welcome the silence
as if it were a long lost friend.
the gaze you're brewing
seems to blend very well
with the peppery scent of our dinner.
fiery.contagious.
inch by inch,
the space becomes defenseless
deflating
in between
breath, the neighbors recite their grace
(sometime in 2001)
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