Ohnename One

Suppress the static tongue.
Let my breathing catch yours.
Distort the purple feeling
of the tension in your face.

We are the honest ones,
never speaking our words of truth.
Listen. Hear your voice
pushed back down again.

Nervous smiles and laughter
break above the surface
where the heat never rises
and distance will remain.

Run the course of
trembling empty hands
of ten matching digits
to bring this to an end.

tones and pules enter
on cordial salutations.

I raise my arms to try.