Empathy runs amok. |
Empathy Blues Shoulders squared, we sit Facing each other. You begin: I feel something you don't feel And it is blue. You feel aqua, counters me. Empathically, I drink some ink To try to match your hue. Not so much aqua, no. More sky, less sea, I think, Says you. Well, azure then, perhaps. (I take another belt.) That's what I felt once--long ago, You muse, but not just now. I can't explain...more sturdy somehow, More reliable, less pain. With mounting eagerness I sip a vial of violet, Sure that I understand at last. Compare our two transparent bodies now! You sadly shake your head. Ah, no, you'll never be as blue as me. I feel perplexed (betrayed?) for now what shall I do with all this blue? |