Teeth

"You are a breath of fresh air."  He said

in a way that was unlike the way

the others had put it.

"You are new air and new earth and

you are the words that have not yet been

written.”

“ You are the beginning and the ending of

a story that could never again be told.

You are as fresh as the rising sun and the winds that

welcome it sweetly across the horizon.”

*nd somehow I do not feel reborn when

I am around you. It is like you are

the

reincarnation

of some great ancient being, and

I am trapped behind the illusion that I am unique.

My memories trapped inside a forgotten rebirth.

My words trapped behind

pale yellow teeth, as if they are gravestones

challenging me that if I did speak,

it would be the death of me.