How do you hear me

without words?

How do you know what to hear?

 

Do you hear what I think

While I rinse out your sink?

Its more clear to be near how you hear.

 

Sometimes you’re up,

Most time you’re down;

I love your smile

But draw your frown.

 

We come alone

and so we leave

to flights of freedom

or fear.

 

It’s hard living queer

to not disappear,

out of sight out of mind,

out of faith, out of fear.

It’s more sane to be clear,

we all need

to be here

for each other’s real name to appear.

 

How do you see me

without eyes?

Where do you see what I feel?

 

When you lie there alone

While I drone on the phone,

I need to touch and be touched to be seen.

 

How can you know me

while you shout,

That its hard to be with me

so alone.

How can you show me

what you’ve not yet found,

That I need what you need to be here.

 

Why do I disappear

when you build the nerve

to draw near?

 

Why do you disappear

leaving me standing here,

frowning as I remember my name?