Certain Doubt
Haworth Hodgkinson
We sit close together,
eyes touching,
needing no words
to share our passions.
* * *
Suddenly I recoil in doubt.
How, in these silent conversations,
can we be sure we interpret
each other's glances
with accuracy?
How do we know
the physical pleasure of contact
doesn't just create
an illusion of understanding?
* * *
Your eyes respond to my doubt.
And if we were to use words, they say,
could we be any more certain?
Written 1995
Revised 2004
Edited 2006
Published in Sex in the City, 2006
(Koo Press)
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