silent man
 

i would talk with you
but for the silence
gentle, it bemuses me
teases me
a synchopated anticipation
draws me in
the throbbing pulse of perhaps
a prophylactic silence
the science of prevention

a condom for the mind

be sure to wear a raincoat
when euphemism is ready to explode
into possibility
is your mind clean
have you been a good boy
or have your thoughts strayed
round the world once or twice
i wonder over coffee
which i prefer with
half and half
i prefer sunshine to rain
but understand the wisdom of raincoats

draw it in and draw it out of this puzzle maze
of words, impure thoughts
and perhaps one day deeds
at each blind turn there's intrigue
in this victorian hedge
with its blind twists and turns
precise intricate beauty we both walk
confined more by knowledge than form
i plop down buddha-like
in middle maze, smiling
realize i'm far more elizabethan
than victorian
as my pose turns tantric
 
 
 

10 July 2001
nancy faye hill
 

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