Tuesday, July 12, 2016

what would you say, mlb

What would you say if I stood there?
If I lingered in your words
Refused to turn from your sight

What would you do if I leaned into the lee of your presence?
Recessed in your shadow
Waded in the shallow waters at your feet

Where would you go if I no long doubted your certitude?
 Expected your ubiety
Relaxed against the strength of your stance

What would you say if I asked you?
Pressed the question between us
Demanded it be spoken

What could you do but fade?
Drift like the memory of color in the desert after the sun slinks away
Float on the idea of light through shut eyes

Because who would ever believe what it is that you could say to me

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