I have one face, and one alone. And if my feelings appear like stone, it is because they are held together by tar.
But if I could emote to you that you smelt it, maybe you would realize you can melt it.
How can I hail thee across blank echos? If all that you reply is ________.
Hail back to me and let me know that you’d like to have conversation grow.
Poetry is as easy as water, and here I throw it out like fodder.
Re-stimulate the nerves of my face, smile, glide toward my embrace.