On tuesdays, wednesdays, saturdays, Somedays,
the unspoken words of our unrequited characters crash
into the hard wood.
The speakers scream
mouthfuls of ceramic tiles painted blue and green --
spilling into lagoon at the center of it all.
And when the statue melts into the pediment
of your collared colloquialisms,
I'll mark it on my calendar,
and dance to the sound
of your hair being brushed and
your fingers praying for Magic.