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I Hope You Read Me
A poem
I hope you read me.
I hope you read the fire under my lids,
The heartburn in my sigh.
I hope my silence spills.
May the pauses between words keep you
Warm through the long night.
Oh, but curse the silence — it may stutter
For a moment, and I may
Find refuge in the promise that it
Spells my heart louder.
But silence will not tell you how
I hope you read me.
How I write of you, confess you —
Under a pen name just shy of mine —
Sing you like destined sin,
Undersea orchestra in reverb.
I am touched by what came before love,
The sound the universe made before it was delivered,
The halt before the gods cast their judgment.
I am forged in every spare scroll you left blank.
You grew in a hidden honey cell,
Slowly. Maturing still.
There was no explosion —
only a tug, a pull,
a drowning.
