The Stars Jest
I hired a hooker
just to talk
of things profound
innately known
like, which hand dominates
with finesse and skill
To know another
(in a way not quite mutual)
mild puzzled humor
at my questions of need
and the trading
of energy-
the escape
of calories
and loss
Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-
the clarity of an empty
dark well
drowning
your voice
The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear
Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 09:12
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