Kind

Why are you so shy?

You bat the sly eye on the break of the nigh-

On unending evening.

And I sigh

 

*huhhhh*

 

Why am I so shy?

I make a nonverbal joke pertaining to the nonverbal chapter

Orienting myself in a way that lays it flat and wordless

On our table…

But I don't complete it;

I don't turn my head.

 

Are you afraid I'm not the way I am?

Scared I'd ridicule you?

Spit on the ground before you?

 

No no no… even if it were so, I'd be kind.

 

And your eyes are kind;

And dull;

And glow;

Like shimmering cave stones glimpsed only for a second in natural light--

And then the sun shifts and my body turns

And you're gathering your things.

 

We could've been that moment.

I would have been kind.