There's so much I could say
but I won't.
About that one unspoken look
About the inside wrench and
monkey works, about
the power courses through me
which I did not make, I just
participate, in them
I just
participate. Sometimes
it's great,
sometimes it hurts, but either way -
what can you say? Let's not
and say we didn't even mention it,
explaining in the process why
- lest anyone think we forgot,
or thought of it too late.
I knew what apophasis was
the first time that you looked at me
and gave me every good because
without so much as reason why
I thought that we should say something
except it just occurred to me -
perhaps it would be better if we did?
- and said we didn't, just
by way of an aside.
I feel it would be wrong, somehow
to mention that I'm going down in your eyes
for the dozenth time - how every time
I drown, I find
my lungs can breathe the liquid,
limpid soul that pools
so deep and still
within your eyes,
where I shall die
each time I come back up
for air, I will - I will
not mention it. Don't know,
just seems a bit contrived.
You know? A bit off-key,
just now. This moment
casually alive would be deformed,
perverted and destroyed
by such hot-handed gropes
of sticky, dripping meaning
and poetic (so-called) fatal
hopes.
I am not going to talk about
between your legs, let's shush
that out - it's understood, I'll let alone
your silken pale and mobile sculpted legs
and back, and round and down, and up
and home, my pigeon brain is magnetized
to find wherever it may roam - some things
(like these, perhaps) go best unspoken,
which is why
I did.
I unspoke
them, by way of
an aside, assuring one
and all concerned, in confidential
tone:
they would be kept
respected, hid.
With that unsaid, let's let it
slide,
and leave it (well-
enough) alone. "Let's leave
all these things out,
as if unmentionable
- we all know why;"
Indeed we do. Or did.
Or if we don't,
We just about can guess? We have
a pretty good idea, let's
not try,
shall we?
No need. At best,
not all things known must be
explicitly affirmed
by being so blithely dismissed
- not even strictly-spoke
denied!
Not even dignified
by this.
Just mentioned out-of-hand
as if let slip, then "Shoo!
Shush! Fly!"
It's quite
the opposite of coy
what you get with this guy.
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