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.