somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
but we are no statues.nor the pigeons
who adore(n) them

we scoop generous ice cream the many bowls
over which recited children of poetry
chocolate drizzle reward & ofcourse sprinkles
i speak you from this sweetness, melted/

consumed. know you as not an empty bowl
like silence, an open palm like giving –
reaching – like (almost)holding – catching –
who is now fist:closed

the effort to unmake such a gesture
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands