who am I

who am I
to garden your smile
on the well-guarded lips
with tips of my fingers

who am I
to question your name
on the tip of my tongue
while cavils still linger

who am I
deprived though enticed
an inveterate seer
of eye-blinded sightings

who am I
an ‘i’ missing dot
for the ceiling’s my sky
serves nightfalls as whiting

who am I
when tensions are swelled
with both palter and quail
crossing shallows of falter

who am I
a tragic flaw’s flap
while my gravity’s kept
for your smiling to alter

who I am

October 2, 2012


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