Unsaid Words Spoken
A touch e x p r e s s e d under the sheets in bed,
for so much is spoken with words UNSAID-
S i l e n c e in numbers and emotions untold,
for richer or poorer, to have and to hold.
I used to need accurate terms of adoration,
now I only crave an u n v o i c e d sensation-
Understood and implied, a love so divine,
for I still can’t believe your QUIET is mine.
Reserved and still you sit by my sill,
wishing and wanting my heart to fulfill-
R e t i c e n t with a HUSH as I lay down and blush,
my hands get tingly and my cheeks get flushed.
SPEECHLESS and reckless in times of lust,
unexpressed with w o r d s, you cover with trust-
No thoughtful noise can bring a soul of pleasure,
for I love you to the twilit moon without measure.
Bliss in this abyss of felicity and delight,
c o n t e n t am I with you holding me tight.
The rapture of taciturn moments I t h i r s t for,
within your silhouetted muteness, I adore.
For in this life I need to hear your soundless instead,
because so much is spoken...
with words UNSAID.
September 22, 2017
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