Thursday, April 2, 2015

2015 Poem-a-Day April 2 (secret prompt)

Secrecy of the Intimate

We sit
We stare
Opposite ends of the table
Chinese food
Scattered like
Container store chaos

We breathe
Between bites
Sighs deep enough to ask

Do I know
Do you know
Do I know
You know
You know I know
You know I

We wait
We wait
A break must come
One of us must
Just say it already
We both

We speak
We say

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