Words don't need
to be set free.
We can speak with
just internal telepathy.
Our chemistry. Emotionally linked
like a softly spoken love letter,
written in invisible ink,
dancing with perfect calligraphy
into which our hearts can sink.
The way you know
when I'm feeling down,
and when I know
you are feeling
lonely and low.
When words
could seem phoney,
just a vapid flow
and calling is just
a way to keep distance.
I will tell you to meet me.
We can share instead
our perfect coexistence.
Let the soundless poetry
of our gasps
breach the silence
and hot breath
warm hearts
that have chilled.
I could welcome
Death.
His grasp of violence
Could never make
this moment feel
any less
perfectly still.
Our shared insights,
delightfully quiet
like strands of light,
broaching the darkness
they tie a bow,
entwining
the broken severed pieces
of night back together,
as we move slowly
on the ripples of time
that so gently flow.
Thanks for reading
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