Poetry
Micshy
by Koye Berry
Perhaps my lips are too close;
It's all I can do to breathe in your presence.
And I know, no matter what you say,
That I am tied with ribbon and string
And found under some trees.

Perhaps I am trying too hard,
Or maybe unable to soften
The articulation of the words I wish to say---
Sing, rather, brilliantly to you
So that you will pass them on.

Perhaps I am timid
And it's public. It's public.
Posted by: Koye Berry

Poetry (December 17th, 2007)