Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Small Revelations

in that room, I spoke
words only for your ears
that listen so intently, without judgment,
as solid as a stone in a rushing river,
beautifully worn over our time together,
by my words which flow over, around and through
over months, years, decades of listening,
you only pause to reach over to touch my hand
or caress my cheek.

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