30 Two broken voices

Two broken voices issue from one mouth. Cracked lips behind a gloss-rouged questioning smile. Half-parted, as if to speak, tentative as if unsure, the voices speak, in twain, trying to articulate mutually exclusive thoughts on a topic too close to care. And teeth, only hinted at, peaking at the world from behind the hesitant smile, are ready to bite, if only the target were certain.

I think, deep down, below the surface of the day, true thoughts. Thoughts that call themselves forth, into my waking heart of desire unbidden, yet relentlessly present, find in ever searching dances a vision of you. I might crawl into your warm soul and expire.