Tai Chi Straight Sword Love



Oh! If I could but borrow those numbing fingers,
so quick to caress and silence
my mind's protests. One touch -
on the lips, of course -
never seems to convey sensuality
but the rhetoric behind that
gesture is brutally abrasive and
commanding. How dare you command
my mind's silence?

Under the influence
I am turned (in spite of my own embarrassment) into a

But then again, in the...silence...of
my self-imposed isolation, I long
for those fingers. Maybe
I could bid quiet the
worries that plague me
in times that murderous
apathy might have served well.
Oh! What joy life would be if
I had that numbing gift -
maybe I wouldn't ever need
to speak