Arm out, hand open
to you

Is it welcome?
Am I a threat?

Do you feel
you must

stand your ground?

On your face
is that a genuine smile?

Are you careful here?
Do you outright doubt?

I say "hello."
What's that look?

There's some conclusion
you took

How did you color
and texture my limb?

How did you tone
my hello?

You hear you
and I am not

even close
to the thing in your head

Writing this
sound
down
in there

In your voice
not mine

Not sure
I like it

This muddied
voice
of ours.



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