Rumors

I weave in among the throng,

hoping to be gifted the right;

she touched me delicately there;

on my forehead, thoughts racing

onward, to quicksilver.

 

She saw the words flying past my eyelids, and out

and over my braveries; the words dripping down

my face, like tears too late—all rolled into a mirage,

only she can see.

 

“Spread the word.” I begged.

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