My Complexion, Rare

By: Wrigley

My ears, naked with impatience,
find the inches between our
words, extravagant-

My heart, swollen with
an intolerable hush,
reinvents anticipation-

The abandonment drains
the skin of the sun-

The sky drinks
nocturnal merlot-

I am absurd, you are
phenomenal-

My pulse displayed
My complexion, rare-

Then your voice, again.