Silence: An Anatomy

1 February 2014

I reach into you
the half-light drizzles
my fingers caress your thoughts

You hear my footfall
we trace another memory
my limbs enfold

I follow you my eyes
can peer into the hidden corners
of your history

Your future I see within dreams
that shroud my bones
dreams I swallow to remake

My bloodstream thirsts
for the throb of matter my sex
gives birth to your desires

I wrestle with each sinew
to breathe luminescent dark
into your strivings

Your heart is where my heart
sings but your words
are not my words

My words have no names
a grammar of the unsayable
gesture’s pure tongue

And should you lose your way
banish the old conceit of sound
and I will guide you home

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