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Silent Superiority

So easy in silence
to hoard myself
share little
dole out words like peanuts to zoo animals

THAT’S NOT REALLY ME
DARK HAIR AND KNOWING SMIRK
SILENT SUPERIORITY


Sometimes I feel my lips are a dam
holding back a torrent of clumsiness.
Sometimes I feel my eyes are canons.
I lower then to protect you.

My powerful thumbs are all the words I need
they persuade, smooth, shape, unknot, and squeeze
They coax you artfully to my bed, girl
to my bed.

How inarticulate they latter prove.
She asks, "Who are you?"
Look! my powerful thumbs.


AND I RETURN TO SILENT SUPERIORITY.
AND YOU TURN SADLY, EMPTILY AWAY.
I’VE SHARED TOO LITTLE TO FILL YOU UP.
BUT YOU’LL TAKE ANY DROP I GIVE YOU
AS PROMISE OF THE RESERVOIR STILL TO COME
IGNORANT THAT UNSHARED WATER TURNS TO DUST.

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I’VE LONG
SINCE TURNED TO DUST.
IF IT RAINS I’LL LET THE DAM BURST
BUT ONLY IF IT MUST.
IF IT RAINS...
BUT IT’LL JUST MAKE MUD.

YOU CAN WALK AWAY. YOU CAN FLY.
LIPS ARE NOT DAMS, AND EYES NOT WEAPONS.
BUT THEY CAN BE USED LIKE THEM.
YOU CAN WALK AWAY. AND SO CAN I.
BUT THERE IS AN ALTERNATIVE.
I CAN CRY AND ADMIT THAT I’M ONLY SHY.
Silent Superiority
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