Black Noise

Today the water
of my eyes will run
asymmetrically -
I inhale long, shivering,
and exhale quick and curt -
each drop will fall
into the casing
of my understanding pillow.
Tomorrow I will smile -
the moonshine of last night
will radiate from the tips of
my laugh lines
and we will laugh
and laugh
until the sound of my laugh
wanes of its worth to you
and in times to come
I will write you more -
with the streaming ink of my pen
filling blanks,
no edits, no gold lining,
in the simplest typeface -
epitaphs of how I feel truly
the love of you
dear sister
and the love of me
to you
and again I will hope
that such a difficult admission for me
will by you not be
skimmed merely as
superfluous.