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Desire and Silence
by Janet Leister
She doesn't talk about him,
but you can see he's there
in her thoughts, the dark
shadow behind her eyes
that wasn't there before.
It's not as though you really knew him
friends said, trying to help
but missing the point completely.
Their love had danced on the screen,
flickering and growing into a blaze
that warmed her barren heart
despite the miles
and oceans of impossibility,
love, desire and gratification
as real as a sunset,
infinite as ripples on a calm lake,
dancing briefly and vanishing.
How is it possible to fall
in love with some words
and not love the man
who strung them together,
a rope of fine pearls
expertly knotted?
Victim of desire,
she found herself stranded
and watched him grow distant
as he tied knot after knot,
an exquisite noose
for her willing throat.
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