February 1, 2003

• To Be Noticed
  
  

  I will peel the moon
  with translucent sighs
  and offer a song with a bag
  of my delicate wishes
  he may not hear it
  nor gather the notes between his belly.
  if moonbeams were stairs,
  I shall climb them
  to sit,
  on the bedrock
  of his gaze.

  
  

  ~Shy~

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