I see your face through cerrated glass <br />Your eyes steer me away in some diplomatic refrain <br />The roots of your hands clenched tightly to my earthy shoulder blade <br />And as I hide behind these inky veins <br />I stumble out in the clumsiest contrition <br /> <br />The stars have never seemed more elusive or alone <br />And the leaves whisper their nostalic tales <br />Like those distant trans-sabine phone calls into the wee hours of the morning <br />It was just celophane over our mouths <br />And those hundreds of miles were mere thin cotton sheets between us <br /> <br />To be carressed by the soft scent of aquisition <br />To see the morning's clean light emitted from your eyes <br />To bare an indifferent sneer at restraints <br />And to be disconcerted at your ambiguous remarks <br />Well thats all these destitute insects yearn for <br /> <br />Stephen Frisco, you are all I adore.<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/huddled-memories-grabbing-the-reins-of-a-lonely-good-bye-on-a-cold-yellow-porch/
