Simplicity

It’s the light touch
That communicates.

The brush of a fingertip
Along an arm
Back of the hand
Stroked gently across a cheek
An arm loosely around the waist.

Without tender
All else is biology.

Let words be few
And all under two syllables.
Love’s language
Is best expressed
In quiet breath
The exhalation
Of abated passion.

Love is simplicity.

It’s the power of the pulse
Flitter of the lashes
Sparkle of the iris
Urgency deferred
Giving love’s flavor
Time to steep.

Love is balanced
By friendship
And passion tempered
By grace
When gentleness is strength.

No One Hears

There is a silence
Unimaginable.
Wind gusts
Across endless prairie
Grasses
Howling above frothing seas
Belching volcanic gasses
Bloom into cold atmosphere
And no one hears

The distant lunarscape
Is host to cosmic
Symphonies
Acting as anvil
To the hammer
Of shattering orbs
Singing its wild opus
In eternal journey
And no one hears.

Deep in ocean trenches
Magnificent beasts
Roll and pump
Mighty muscles
In feeding frenzies
Breaching the surface
To pound explosively
Back into the sea
And no one hears.

In the early hours
As eastern skies blush
With the rose of morning
I tumble in the sheets
Displaced by pain
That holds me hostage
Choking back the howl
Bursting my lungs…

…and no one hears.