... koi naam na do

I cannot read the words written on your lips
My lips are not young enough to touch them

I can hear the songs that come through your throat
But my ears cannot lay themselves on your chest where they come from

The digits that type out the searing lines
Are too tender for me hold to my Corinthian ribs

The eyes that seek out fresh and fair flesh
Are not for me to practice my backstrokes in


Diaphanous impregnable wall of almost two decades
Is our cautious chaperone on this long prom night

We just send words up in the ether
That fall on each other
      in
   a
       broken
  rhythm

And I worry if somebody puts a name to it