VOICE
as my fingertips caress
keypad after keypad
stroking
with perfect sensitivity
connecting neurons to syntax
am I losing my voice
do you hear these taps
or do you kiss them braille
is the voice in my head just
morse code now
click tap click tap
a nicholas brothers solo
where once was billie holiday moan
can you hear me now
are we so over-identified
with sight
we have quietly forgotten
how to listen
no I am not scared
evolution is necessary by definition
fighting it
that is for cowards
but can you tweet me a lullaby
post me a sigh
tag me the way your breath quickens
in the presence of your beloved
we were given more senses than this
the heartbeat is not the only rhythm
speaking connects breath to vibration
mini-skirting intimacy
only temporary tattoo on that place
between shoulder and bare neck
that desires outbreath and touch together
we spring from one language
died generations to turn clicks
into phonemes into meaning
just to turn them back to clicks
remember to hug real time
sing whenever the occasion presents
use minutes for listening
smile broadly upon meeting friend
in truth
we are only as good
as we are up close
even and especially
those of us
who click-tap-click
for our supper
need to save some room
for dessert.
c. e. amato
4.11
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