you scribble your whispers
on the small of my back
i feel them
knowing the words that cannot travel from lip to ear
feeling the pulse
of your desire
transcribed
i will not ask for clarification
even if you stutter
or linger a bit to long between breaths
identification in discrepancies
of word
vs action
becoming second nature
as we speak more openly with less truth shared
pregnant words filled with intimate details
of other things
tiptoeing around self flagellation
admonishing aspirations with cute quips of others misgivings
donning high prescription reading glasses
to look down our noses
at those capable
of doing what we cannot
speak to a lover
yell in passionate rage
whisper sweet nothings
sharing more then stolen glances
more then late night embraces
more then coded transactions
ultimately more then i can allow
if my intentions
are to keep this tiny heart beating
if you keep writing, i will keep listening
if you do not push, i will not pull
if you keep from startling me, i will not flinch
if you do not ask, i will not expect
if you do not expect, i will not ask
and if you step over this line, we have drawn in the sand.
i will step with you,
but i cannot step first
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