Contact

Contact - Anne Clark

Pauses

Are broken by statements not tenderness

I always wanted much more than this

Heart sworm misguidance

Disguised in abundance

Of thoughts of the moment

Not facts of the day

Gestured are only as loud as the words

I was tricked by movement

All sound went unheard

Obscured by the darkness I reach for your face

But I find a cold emptiness has taken it's place

Left all alone after making that find

A silent scream starts distorting the mind

And I'm always wanting much more than this

Left breathing in hope gently passed by your kiss

But the lifeline is broken in two equal halves

One closes up slowly

The second one laughs