Reader meets author

Reader meets author

Pharoah's grave and graven gaze.
Formal, still, benign and careless
I watch you as you move above me.
Despot.

Purblind, I try to tell that face,
Translate you through our touch.

But you give tongue in language
I can't understand. Ancient Glyphs.

You're distant from me
Like some etched and ancient stone.

Sometimes, suddenly, I think
I have the key to you,

When, careless, you let slip
From tightened lip, caress.

Startled into hope I think
Oh yes. He loves me now.

But even while my tracing touch,
Knowing, skims your textures, planes and marks

You hold a mirror to my face
Your text, reversed, is runic.

And beautiful, austere, surprised,
You watch me love you.

But sometimes, suddenly, I think
I have the key to you

When, careless, you let slip,
From tightened lips, a sigh.