Silent Music
This is a moment,
when words between us
are stray bricks on a smooth road.
Pointless, and difficult to speak,
when the tongue is kissing,
hands conducting
last chords of a rapturous aria.
An audience of heartbeats
listens as silence drops.
Skin tracing fingers
become curtain calls,
that echo on into the night.
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