like two ends of a ribbon we meet again
as if made of silk we silently unfurl
tossed away to the back of a closet drawer
one that never crosses paths with sunlight
you know as much about me as a ribbon knows about the world
and i know barely more than that about you
but for a sefcond i felt close to you
when i caught a glimpse of the skin on your back
a small but perfect outline of your spine
i wonder if anyone else saw it
i wonder if it was actually two different trains
i wonder if that'll be the most intimate moment of my week
getting home i untie my shoes
for an hour i mutter as many words as you heard me speak
none