Your Smile Is Wedded To Me
Inescapable As The Dark Of My Skin
from the 17th floor
multicolored Miami spreads,
a carpet of shining night lights
stretching far to the starless horizon
mutely i gaze through the transparency
of a ceiling to floor wall sized window
we have not spoken in days,
i’m on the road
enjoying the solitude of my work
but nevertheless missing you
each time i’ve called
whether from plane terminal,
or Fred’s place in Brooklyn,
or this transient quarter
i get our machine & the clone
of your recorded voice
here in this noiseless
hotel room longing to hear
the colors of your beautiful silence
i look down onto the multitude
of soft bright lights, their amber stare
an inevitable reminder of the unhurried
blaze embered in the brown of your bold
eyes & the suggestive unblinking
way you trance the air across our room
by simply, silently looking at me
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