Silence
We keep the silence easily,
your hands on my hands or against my hair.
And when we are not satisfied with this --
your fingers carefully against my lips.
But you speak to me when you sleep
and every time your voice surprises me
with its subdued ringing of bells.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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