There's a moment where nothing is being said
and nothing is the absolute meaning
to this absence of a pity conversation
that was better off never said.
The rules read:
1: Touch her skin.
Take the particles that make up
her oatmeal skin into your hands
and refuse to take it back.
2: Grab her face.
Bottle up all your enemies,
take her colored cheeks
to your ruthless thumbs
and simply
graze.
3: Look at her eyes.
Remember all things
that once damaged her
or the ones who have told
her too much already.
And find out the very things
she insists on keeping from
you.
4: Don't you dare ******* blink.
Don't you ******* choose to forget
the way she looked at you, the way
you did the same when she put the
auburn roses upon your cheeks.