Face Fables

most of what I say
is meaningless,
but I say it just
to arouse your ears.

in the dark
of my mouth
where words
are born from the injury
of silence.

crystal,
I whisper your name
when you're asleep
next to me,
like a prayer to the hollow,
to the invisible man
that I don't
believe in.

emptiness over the mass
of my chest where a bird
once
nested its fragile
wings.

meaningless the words that spill
from my lips
like a confession.

but in the saying
i am reaching
for the shape of your face.

in the dark where my words
are the only light I have

to guide me
to the sanctuary
of your listening.