Quietude

The depth of her quietude Fully resonates in him He has silenced her for so l o n g He is content With her suppression. He is the communication controller in his home. Yet, He has not silenced her arousal when Clean ink is penned in lengthy lines Of passionate words in lovely cursive letters On white parchment. This is her secret, tucked away In her hat box High in the closet, above his shirts Shirts she's pressed and hung in order by color She's carefully starched the cuffs per his instruction with p r e c i s i o n but she's often forced into (retraining) Due to her...... inadequacies. BUT....... When she writes she is free Free to write of moons and stars Oceans and seasons change Travels to lands she can only dream of And of lovers she desires to take and to hold. The depth of her quietude Fully resonates in him And He is content.... When she writes She is free