I hear you laughing 
But I don't know your face
Your hands are braiding 
Things your mouth will not taste
I'm not doing nada
I'm sleeping
I'm dreaming flashes
of uncomfortable moments
upbraiding your words into actions

You are the speaker and
I can't see your face
With little gests of kidness
You are the darkness
Soliloquizing silence

But you, hiding your face,
don't bring to light 
the things you will not taste.