my private catalogue of gestures,
entry noted: the way your eyes
flickered closed, accompanied by
this almost imperceptible brow
furrowing & a head shake, right-
to-left, barely a one degree rotation.
it’s a physical symptom of trying
to find the right words, maybe –
to rephrase something just said, to
recalibrate a position. was there
a slight blush of colour to the cheeks /
or was it the three point lighting?
a research issue i guess. but this
is my hill-indigo on the rocky outcrop:
one moment caught amongst
the otherwise empty riverside tract.
you are so beautiful it stifles my breathing.
repeatedly. here, as cataloguer i can
slow time to 1/100th speed, draw close
& whisper all the deleted things.