Genuine Personhood

February 2, 2014
Nothing is as poetic as
Running your hands along
someone else's flesh
From pure wonder and respect

Disbelief and no ulterior motive
Driven into explosive conversation
Wishing it was because it's new and exotic
Knowing it's from bone-carved pupils
And confusion

Nothing is as poetic as
Watching understanding hang off
The tip of someone's tongue
Lies sitting at the corner of their mouth
With no secret intentions

Voices like elephant ivory
Christmas light laughter
It's a special occasion
We just witnessed
Genuine personhood

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