Closing Silent Circles

A teenage theoretical exploration of infatuation.

Step by step, I walk away from time.
Each individual day is my occasion
for speaking.

But I am the mouse who
hides in the radius
mesmerized by your looseness
and our connection,
the lines we simultaneously
draw in diameters
of our circles.

and if I and I are united, I clench
and you see.
Day to days, before I whisper,
I am released from your majesty,
quiver into my open boxes of chance
and seek the era as perfect success.

I ache for the days
of infinitesimal circles.

And when that day is next,
I can no longer say
I am voiceless.