Stay a moment,
and let me slip into a satin acceptance;
Running it softly over my palms,
Drawing it up over my eyebrows;
clothed and covered,
submerged.

Let me dress up some words,
to share alone – perhaps

it would be better if –

if you let me feast my eyes elsewhere. Let me
nod in silence. I am not drowning today.
And even though

my hands are empty and I
still have no words for you –