Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men


How can I say it one more time?
My voice, a tinny player piano;
my life and loves, the perils of Pauline.
How can I say it one more time?
A dumbshow, you know,
from the year of the dragon.
But here I am, hanging the lights,
making a miracle of
food and bows and ribbons and stuff.
It's all out on the table now
so tell me what you see
and is it enough,
this holiday surprise.
Do I love you?
I have said it so often;
it must be true.
I can't hear my voice
and you can't see my eyes.
All those poems
and they might have been lies.
How can I say it one more time?


~XineAnn