you seem to like me-
even
love.
I see it in your eyes,
crinkling
up
when you smile at me
most
times.
but then you are silent.
where do you put it away
I
wonder.
I find it in my finger nail
clippings,
wrapped 'round my hair
that’s
knotted.
my DNA is encoded with it.
the children will come in fast
and
furious.
their love bubbles out of them
in
torrents.
it’s raucous and undeniably
true.
what happens to that liberty.
I want to give that to you-
license.
your silence can sit on my
window
sill,
find solace in time spent in
yourself-
not caught up in others’ pith and fury.
it’s hard to say what I want-
simply.
it hasn’t taken form, though contentedly
steadfast,
not unlike a child’s seamless love,
I
expect,
you are all I need to finally soar.
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