Can you hear me? <br />The canyon is vast and though my voice echoes <br />I wonder if you’ll let yourself hear it <br />And if you do, I wonder whether it will make you <br /> <br />Smile. With impeccable lips that would make mine blush <br />Redder than the polish on my fingernails <br />Which is even now slowly chipping away, <br />Teeth whiter than my ladylike fingers as they meet your <br /> <br />Hands. Slightly calloused, yet somehow gentle, <br />Fingers weaving the greatest tapestry of all <br />Our hands fit perfectly, like a thread to a needle <br />In your hands, mine are smaller than a needle’s <br /> <br />Eye. Mines of diamonds I would love to explore <br />And fill my pockets with your gemstones <br />And maybe a tiny fragment of your heart <br />Will go into the pocket over mine <br /> <br />Which now holds only a pen. <br />The pen which I used to write these words <br />That have been, are and will be left either unspoken or unheard <br />Can you hear me?<br /><br />Abby Koning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-you-hear-me-3/
