Sharing Silence

With a million things to say, or nothing, we are one. You are my words-laden muse and partner in silence. Silence we can slip into when my mistresses, books thoughts moods, want attention, you a person who loves words and the spaces in between. Silence like an old blanket on the couch that remembers our contours, fitting like skin, or a womb around twin fetuses, tiny tremors passing from your body to mine along the fabric, mine to yours, wordless communion. Love is in the words we share, and the ones that can wait.