Frank Witte - Reciprocity

We all have several parts to play,
irrespective who authors the script.
In my mind I have so much to say,
words, babbles, surging feelings and wit.
Yet lines completed at high velocity
leave little room for real reciprocity.

Am I an actor or just an act?
what I speak, lines I recently read?
An impersonation or mere fact,
existence leaves many words unsaid.
Freedom requires generosity,
a soul lives off reciprocity.

But sometimes a word tantalising,
is a clause for two parts to connect.
Little sentences said mesmerizing,
open a road to life to perfect.
And loopholes of love's porosity
are sources of reciprocity.

So across the voids of time and space,
propagates a deep felt resonance.
Flowing heart to heart and face to face
't transforms life into love's encumbrance.
Shall we turn a passion's ferocity
into boundless reciprocity?

Sometimes it is just a single word,
left unattended maybe ov'rheard.
Sometimes it is just a little smile,
a moment of time shared for a while.
A restless drive to proximity,
testament to reciprocity.

Frank Witte

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