Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Day 43: silence

silence is sometimes like screaming
it can not be thought through
cannot be touched
and yet is felt
underneath your fingernails
beneath my skin
i can feel you in between breaths and words
can taste perfection in lips unkissed or touched
there is a sort light that sits in the shadow of a prospect
creates a shining that you wish you could hold
but you cannot
i cannot
i wish i could hold
but i cannot do anything but
in this

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