PoL

There is something slick about who you are

(you keep it wrapped up close

in your hands in your pockets

and I cannot reach it there)

that when I try to describe it leaves you sullied

(not sly or distrustful

just that his story never fully ends

or begins or something. )

and you slip untouched through my grasp

(with a hello and how are you

and good and you and goodbye

and gone)

One day I will surrender to the mystery of your being

(leave the awkward greetings

and hall shuffling around each other

for some more open face)

but for now I am still intrigued and eager

(it is a new game with rules

which I want to learn

to build my own quiet victory)

and so again, Hello, and How are you.