Psychic Kiss; Comfort, this.

If I wrote you a poem
Would you read too much in?
Would you push outside my words
And place yourself therein?

Would you claim to understand
Before a careful thought
Showed what happend in between
What I gave
and what you got?

Poems aren't for everyone
Nor just for lovers
or moments rare
Sometimes you step outside normal speech
For when no one can join you there.

* * *

I hear you call(ing)
Perhaps even before you realize
You are doing it yourself.
(I,)
Always (sit)ting
(and)
(Wait)ing.

Khef. Ka-tet.

The most beautiful and frightening
Of literary creations (imitations)
Made (of the) real.