Hung In Th Stare Poem by Katerina Val

Loneliness
I ask from her to seek in me
to see in me
to free in me

Perfection
is what she responds in one ogle
the silence of the second
a light of a slight truth
a distant light, for a while I can see through
her

A glimpse
just a glimpse
and I reveal
she reveals
and then we can stare
and hung ourselves in the stare

I can inhale
the remains of asphyxia
and I can stare
so that I can have the right of relief
so that she stares back

She does
She expects
Anticipation
or just
sufferance
quiet sufferance
flaccid pending
fluent glance
as she stares
words that flow towards me
like unscrupulous relieved gusts of wind
relieved
as she hangs in the stare
I am relieved