Mispronounced I heard you clearly enough, <br />speaking into the negative space between us. <br />A whisper becomes a shout, <br />becomes a cry for mercy, <br />when the timing turns right. <br />Impressions wear away. <br />Soft as your shadow above me... <br />in the moonlight shining through your vacant heart. <br />An infinitive phrase to keep watch with, <br />to keep time with, <br />to blot out the nothing that comes with the sun.<br /><br />Shelly Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-of-love-4/
