I can feel you
searching me.
in your careful ways
as if you were slowly -
lifting unmarked stones.

looking for a word -
any word
that might comfort
your burgeoning affections.

but I have none.

I could tell you
that she asked me
to do her dishes -
and that I replied
the dishes are kissing my hands

and if it were enough
I'd tell you I drank Shiraz
and thought of you.