You are not watching at all
how can you
when you move
through a singular space
there is no other
to miss yet
the pulse
behind your eye
needs desperately to feed so
I yield my breath until
its lids smack and
I die for them to open again
I want to call it something that you
and I do
but it is only a fix
watch, I will choke until
we both gasp and cry
for something
something
something we embrace
and breathe in together
© Nancy Taylor, 1996
Valley of Saying Home Page Poems by Nancy Taylor