To Touch a Stranger

How do I write a line long enough

to last a morning

How do I write the poetry

of life but with

a side step

and a swift heel?

What are you?

A butcher

with words of sharp

curves that sneak

into the gloves

worn by an

accountant who

monitors the credit you

do not use, for

the time is not used

when you want to be heard

but when you are silent.

You burn my flag and I

watch the smouldering shape

outlined in heart felt

fingers of orange,

the only way to touch

a stranger.

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