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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