it whispers and whorls

it whispers and whorls
beneath the senseless grinning.
the little unseen urging
and never spoken thing.
it hints of things of wonder
and wishing oft and quietly.
but the tongue that could speak
and make real these things
becomes tangled by the
pervasive fear of you.
and all that is wondered
and wished for remains
a deeply vicious longing.
and becomes and is
nothing.

May 15, 2004 Poem Reply by email