I get a glimpse of you,
a heartbreaking picture of
misery and abjection
Ornamenting
A corner of the room,
my favorite corner of the room.
You held your knees
close to your
heaving chest,
phalanges tight around your ebony ankles,
your knuckles white at your occasional fist clenching
You held your head loosely against
the cold cement and I see you
wet your cheeks again,
a routine during the time we spend together,
my favorite time of the day.
Sometimes I could hear you
through my insensitivity
moaning,
which then turns to quiet sobbing,
and then to apathetic breaking down.
Your cries were as hollow as your eyes.
It is all noise, gibberish in language
but it is the most beautiful noise in the world;
the frightening beauty that is your voice,
my favorite noise in the world.
I find you endearing, my love.
You and what transpires in that
corner of this room,
of this world,
my world.
I wish I could put my arms around you and feel you
warm against my hard exterior,
and in a guff,
blow you away.
