Words Between

You will say something mundane and a sudden potency will scratch my skin. I mention an ordinary thing and you show me where my words are smooth satin or an abrasion. An invisible tissue connects our common language, mutual conjunctions translate nuance and implication. I imagine the tympanic bones of our ears as they converse, the contrary vibrations forming chess moves that mesh and utter. What we hear is our own listening where sounds pronounce themselves in our mouths yet unsaid, even though, we still we occasionally misread the obvious - misunderstand a silence.