As If
As if your shoulder
brushing against my breast
in a crowded room
meant anything to me…
As if your smile
would thaw my frosty heart…
As if your constant assurance
could overcome my cynicism…
As if the invisible boulevard
would never rise up and beckon.
The street lamp
glows in the bleached mist
only three floors below us.
I blow streams of smoke
into the black night and hum
to the drone of the unseen road.
Be steel my bleating heart!
Be quiet! Be silent, hard steel.
As if wearing your tee-shirt made us lovers.
From Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
The Real Janna Hill 