trust

shortbread on my tongue. its the inconsequential

details that tell the story as my throat goes dry.

or maybe the agony that surges like an electrical

storm that rips up the gasp that found it's way out

of me. your voice in my ear, my back bent back

our boundaries--forgotten, remembered, denied.

and in those intances i need you as you fill my heart

and speak to my soul. (do you love me?) i specialize in

answers as i calculate your words. your love and your

words. and my trust holds us together when all we have

are words. i look to a future--limitless and bright--and

i see your face in my trusting hands. and i pray to god

that we find a way out. will we find a way? (i don't know

a world without you dear) take my hand and tell me

you have found a way. i've always trusted you