You frighten me with
your mercurial silences. Your
placid outbursts. Your
flailing thoughts. You
mistake my meaning. My
interpretation of the flubbering world
beyond our cocoon so
festooned with privacy that
only you know my sacred memories. Only you
wear my sorcerous medallions. That you
seek the unsafe. That you
search for the unreliable
dispirits me. From those places naught
comes. So I share my boots
with you. Coax your narrow toes in
with mine. Bind them together
capillary by capillary. Become your
gist. Become your cliché.
©kcasady2016
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