A Secret-silent Kiss

what am i but a thought?
a fleeting whisper; a laugh
upon the condition of a humanity frayed,
soiled like infant diapers
neglected
by an unseen daddy; mother
lying in rest. what are we
but passing breaths
blown (liltingly like secret-
silent kisses) upon the wind
of that very thought?
what are you and i
together, lonely like spring leaves,
green, parched? (tired.)
shall we jealous?
shall we jealous?
my brother, my sister
shall we jealous?

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke