Sharing Silence
With a million things to say,
or nothing,
we are one.
You are my words-laden muse
and partner in silence.
Silence we can slip into
when my mistresses,
books
thoughts
moods,
want attention,
you a person who loves
words
and the spaces in between.
Silence like an old blanket
on the couch
that remembers our contours,
fitting like skin,
or a womb around twin fetuses,
tiny tremors passing from
your body to mine along the fabric,
mine to yours,
wordless
communion.
Love is in the words we share,
and the ones that can wait.
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