Pricks

You;

I prick you all the time yet ignore

How could I

How shall I

Still I do.

You are a thimble

Lying wryly on my finger

Being looked at

Infallibly ignored.

Years of closeness

Pressing sweat,

Mud and depressing afternoons,

Broken conversations and constant stares

Nausea.

Now for the silence-

For you in my role

For me repeatedly in my role.

I remember the day I woke up next to you

Sly, capsized into silence

Flying away, shedding the pollens of unknowns

Farther away from you into the deeper depths of you.

I sewed my quilt of silence

With you and it smells of you

I wear you, love you and prick you constantly.