I like your silence

I like your silence,
Your crazy imbalance and violence.
The way you walk in the park
And ask me whether I'm feeling fine
Or stepping close to some borderline.

I like your face.
The way those eyes look out of place.
That blue that reminds of frost.
I'm lost in your gentle arms.
We're tracing lines on each other's palms.

I like your mouth
I like the words and dreams that come out.


Birmingham, spring 1987 - for CT, unfinished.