Presence of You

You are too much to digest with one swallow
you, with your easy smile and lazy saunter
mask unrelenting intensities of your presence
here in this square, cold room and
I cannot digest it all in one swallow.

Sitting across from you
I though I would have something flippant to say
but when you finished speaking
all my plans
to make you actually look at me while
my eyes still rested on your face
because I could not quite dare to see
the rising tide I once caught in your eyes
that rush of you inside a wave
that could surely drown me
so I turned away in a tremble
settling in the encircling vibration of
your voice.

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