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Pantomime

In my fantasy I
a pantomime.
I
l just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean.
Words are too messy
and it
way past time
to hand in my mouth,
paint my face white and try to
reinvent the sea;
One wave at a time.
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight.

I ain
afraid to let it out.
I
unafraid to take that fall.
But I have found beyond all doubt.
We say more by saying nothing at all.

In my fantasy no such thing as time.
Minutes bleed into days,
avant garde.
Show me your heresies
and I
l show you mine.
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride .

I ain
afraid to let it out.
I
unafraid to take that fall.
But I have found beyond all doubt.
We say more by saying nothing at all.

In my fantasy you look good entwined.
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine.
You
e my deep secret,
I
your pantomime.
I
l just move my hands
and I promise you
l see what I mean.

-Nicole L.


The person who i wrote this, he knows it is for him, and him only.. heart