Muted Indignation

Your head spills over with muted indignation. 

Indignation from things I don’t--

I can’t know.

Because I can’t hear anything 

over the ear-splitting silence we revel in. 

I see the way you look at me. 

The way you look to me--

And say nothing.

The way you look to me

And say everything--

Everything you could never say.

I see the way you stare at me

How you fixate on my lips--

Expecting me-

Waiting for me-

To say

Something

To say

Anything

I feel how you bore into me,

I know you feel me return it--

As much as two people can feel

With saying

Nothing.

As much as two people can feel

With saying 

everything--

Everything I could never say.

So I look at you,

I look at you--

through gloss of evil eyes.

Evil eyes

Reflecting yours,

So stark a contrast from that of tiger’s,

I think I feel the world stop.

I look through

Through to you--

To see if you feel it too?

But you give me nothing

Gave me nothing--

Saying nothing--

Looking at me,

Completely silent,

Saying everything--

Everything you could ever say.

Because through evil eyes,

I’m giving you everything--

Saying everything--

Looking to you,

Completely silent,

Saying nothing.

And evil eyes reflecting tiger’s,

Silently, we sit--

Giving nothing

Saying everything. 

Silently,

we 

Sit--

Giving 

Everything,

Saying 

Nothing,

Saying everything

We never could say.

-muted indignation