You Never Know

Approximations

Letters of the alphabet.
A photocopied face.
A rose in a rainstorm
filmed from all sides.

Your form.
Hair falling in your eyes.
Arm extending outward
for a moment.
Breath on your lips.

We cannot know
if the green lawn
we walk upon
is seen or felt the same:

Please speak each blade,
cool and smooth,
pressed by your padding foot.
Tell the pulse beat
present within smooth curve
of slender wrist.

Say what you will.
I shall listen
rapt in your
approximations.

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