Pieces of Silence
Endured in the fading hubcap lights
of 2AM taxicabs,
skin sweat pushing in pulse time,
breath set to clock radio thump,
we shone, haze-halo and dead diamond
upon the windowpane's unyielding stare.
It was so simple before words came in,
before we told ourselves in truism:
to give off such light,
we must suffer a burning.