Liquid Poems

fragment 1

Here to pick up a mirror
Coffee in hand, you disappear
Returning with soundwaves 
of fragmented solos
Soft looks and gentle proposals

We discuss the broken shards
Warm light catches your eyes
The recording plays tension, release
Tension
Compels me to mention
Peace

fragment 2

You hesitate

I see you hesitate
as your hand rises above me
Ink dripping from your pen
as your thoughts unwind ugly

You question whether they should be known
but never question if they can be held
in two dimensions of paper
liquid permeating each cell 

This book you speak of weighs heavier
each time you lift a hand
To write your fleeting thoughts
better engrave them in the sand

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