Leaned too close
You leaned too close
To ask "What happened
To the courage-blown
Arches of stability
That used to stand
On these shoulders?"
Brush the shoulders touch the shoulders
Bitch-curled hair and I
Turn my face
Away in
Fear no shame no
Anger
Ambi-turn left spin face front face you and F-
Confrontational
But scared to say what's in my mind what's on my mind what
Crawls across the gnarled scrawled grey surface
Great surface
Like mist dims and clouds and fills the fold and
Crevices caressed the green land
Anger smooths my mind and it
Is imperturbable
Undiscernible to your eyes
A step forward
A step too close
Fall back; retreat
Step off
Marking hesitant steps sleeps clocks hows tick tocks
The seconds loud in my ears
A whispered "Fuck you."
Roll off the grey misted mind
A whispered return
And somewhere in the middle our unspoken words meet