later

tell me
of how you describe love
show me
of how you manifest fervour

after all
what I feel is a hustle
a hiss
a blame over me

then tell me why
the whisper of warmth
the intimate devotion
sincerely neglected
buried unrevealed
the bit after you

later
I move backward
stay out of sight
tight-lipped
wordless
conceal
immerse in my own sphere


*) blue chair kingdom - for the crowd that keep silent