There is something amiss
A false set of airs
A false letting of perfume and pheromones

Some centered silhouette
Makes a motion of confidence
Unnoticed unknown unmet

Toss it into the ocean
Where the mist of possibilities
Shroud what is and what could have been

Solace alone

Ceramic skin so easily shatters
Under the possibilities of fluidity and touch
Expecting her to crack and give way
But she shifted and I shuffled to stagger the inevitable

I cannot face the face of what was not meant to be
So I give myself to me
And silently quake below my reflection.

4/8/2007

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