"Wishing For Intimacy..."A Poem by ChrisGrand River Cafe - A September Morn
Your mind sees what the heart misses...
and your eyes see - all the 'fractals'. "Wishing For Intimacy..." Another morning flowing meandering wistful and wish-full thought and yet staring - full. Living through the emptiness - not a missing... just more than that; just more than wanting - than unshared, and yet less than silence... a need for presence and even the sense of absence. I sit watching moments fold listening to minds echoing and voices scaled to others' reality... awaiting - the taste of the air I breathe to hold what I don't dream. The after-image of coffee-induced awakenings - a few unmeant smiles... life-weary eyes. The sound of other mugs rising, being held - lightly, softly, care-full-ly, tightly, barely, in need of two-handed grasps. So many eyes they just slip and slide by - afraid to be caught held or even to pause... if I catch one will it become a pair - will the soul leak and spill flow into - ...me - if just for an instant as, or until - the other wrenches them away. Will I feel even less - as that not-me flows out and away to where their I awaits? I wonder if a not-me I will understand my why? Will they remember at all for a moment I smiled. Chris © 2011 ChrisAuthor's Note
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