it takes a lot to handle me
a certain mix of fragile strength and courage is required
for I am an a cappella song echoing through the walls
the knock on the door at midnight after you’ve turned off the lights
a sunset on fire and water crashing on the shore wrapped up in
the stillness of a starry sky
the undulating hips on the dance floor
the voice speaking to flowers in vases
the body smoking nude on the grass
The hand, writing
lips red when everyone else’s are bare
eyes staring
still wide open and curious for the unknown.
Time tick-tocks its way into another tomorrow
and it gets more and more difficult
to find someone who will learn my silences
and speak within them.
A.P. Bastian 