Unseen

Walk beside me, stranger
Close, Closer...
So as time goes by, our drooping shouders,
Kiss - in the hazy streetlights.
I will show you laughter
In the twinkle of an eye.

When the quarter moon rides, stranger
High, Higher...
And in our flimsy muslin pajamas, cold creeps up,
Recondite - in late January nights.
I will show you misery
In the stealing of a gaze.

I might walk on clicking heels, stranger
Loud, Louder...
When our speckled thoughts rise, stealthily mingle,
Quiet - in Orion's blinking starlights.
I will show you hope
In the flicker of a matchstick.

Walk within me, stranger
Deep, Deeper...
When our lonely selves assimilate into a superior, singular, terrible
Solitude - with its self-constructed rights.
I will show you fear
In the hollow of my hand.

For the night, tonight, is bleak... and long.

January 7th, 2009.
23:30 PST