Can you hear me?
The canyon is vast and though my voice echoes
I wonder if you’ll let yourself hear it
And if you do, I wonder whether it will make you
Smile. With impeccable lips that would make mine blush
Redder than the polish on my fingernails
Which is even now slowly chipping away,
Teeth whiter than my ladylike fingers as they meet your
Hands. Slightly calloused, yet somehow gentle,
Fingers weaving the greatest tapestry of all
Our hands fit perfectly, like a thread to a needle
In your hands, mine are smaller than a needle’s
Eye. Mines of diamonds I would love to explore
And fill my pockets with your gemstones
And maybe a tiny fragment of your heart
Will go into the pocket over mine
Which now holds only a pen.
The pen which I used to write these words
That have been, are and will be left either unspoken or unheard
Can you hear me?
Abby Koning
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-you-hear-me-3/
