We went to that place where the silence stung our eyes
Sticks and stones. Holding their own against broken words.
Touched and made. Lying in reprieve.
An eventuality to halt and relieve.

Sumptuous moments there beyond affection and bitterness
Electric and statism. Beating in a stained room of fullness.
Just a glance. Looking without seeing.
Feeling. We are still one being.

Cotton and stitch transfer emotion between two hearts
Excuses to touch and claim adoration amongst curious crowds.
Tears will drop. Slowly but persistent
Unfaltering. But you're resistant.

1 comment:

  1. dang. evocative...esp the first 2 lines of each stanza...great write...


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