Break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words
The ill-chosen bursts breaking the calculating filtering
Of distances meant to block in cold concrete
The lapses bridging two masked souls
So that their make-up and get-up will not be ripped apart
In the nakedness of moving, shifting pixels.
But such is happiness:
Claws of laughter found in vultures gnashing the memories of its prey
So laugh a little will you?
Settle down with the silence unmasking
The part of my being I let go
When we hid together in spaces people know but dare not speak of.
Throw in a question, maintain the illusion,
Confess your denial by denying your confession
And bury in the corner your eyes look into
When you look away from me
When I ask you why
In the space where vultures thrive in the pixels of each other’s memory
You chose to break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words.