Unmentioned

You hold me like a crystal

I am sheltered in your palm

Your destiny sweats across me

So close， so close

There is no fear.

We converse in silent dialogue

Sweaty bodies

Gripping beneath fluorescents

Greeting eyes behind muffins

And "to go" cups of coffee

The clunk of coins in a telephone box

A lost， torn cinema ticket.

You like me

Even in the morning，

A feeling as comfortable

As a crushed tissue in pocket.

You wrestle with my thoughts

My time

My tongue.

Our eyes converse in mirrors

Two minds whisper in a foreign dialect

Fingers touch

And talk of many things， unmentioned.

You hold me in your gaze

Your memory，

Your touch.

You hold me，

You hold me like a crystal

I am sheltered in your palm.

Author： Cassandra Lee Obal