“I want to
write a song for that thick silence in the dark, and the
first pure thrill of
unreluctant desire, just before we’d made
ourselves stop.”
~ Marie Howe
Language
Possibility
and imagination
Words pushed
and pulled in my mind
And on the
page
Creating the
symbols and metaphors of my existence
Punctuated
by time
We share experiences more than we admit
We long for connection more than we dare tell
Ambivalent
lovers
Vertigo of
the soul
Veiled
feelings
Cloistered
emotions
Translucent
eyes telling lies
To the black
holes of our hearts
Where is the
one
That will
sit and drink wine with me
While I
unveil my soul and unravel my heart
At a café in
the sun along the Thames
So much to
speak
So much
silence to fill
Someone to
absorb my thoughts and life
A hug like no other
A squeeze of
an arm that says more than words
A touch of a
hand on a shoulder
Love
Friends
Vanished
Ethereal
wisps of longing
