Saturday, January 24, 2015

all the things said

there must be things
said from skin to skin,
said in our sleep,
whispers so soft
that our ears cannot catch,
words so secret
that our lips cannot shape
when we are awake,

but in our dreams,
they drift from
one barren skin to another,
one brazen soul to another,

and we awake
every limb intertwined,
every heartbeat in time,
every breath shared,

there is one moment
in the meeting of eyes just opened
that all the things said are laid bare
before mirrors deep with secrets

and we smile
and the moment is lost
and all the things said are forgotten

but what lingers behind
is a feeling that binds..

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