when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...
The cat walk was bad enough
but at least it gave me a secure visual...
Around three in the morning
your soul was still fluttering...
It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...
Oh Ben, where are you now?
I search for you within this site...
On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...
she was overwhelming,
so you buried her away...
I never thought I could be
manipulated into anything...
I'd thought of you often,
how gentle your touch...
In the mirror
a place time forgot...
slipping
slipping...
All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...