Sound
different when pressed
like fat fig tree rubs
against the sides of your house
like a violin
you sound in silence
your sorrow and your beating heart
steady, untraced, beneath
we move
making little noise
in the cusp of each other
where joy exists
there is often
no sound
but the rinsing of
sin in perfect completion
of the other
opening flower
“we move
making little noise
in the cusp of each other”
and
“no sound
but the rinsing of
sin in perfect completion”
You’ve really captured the solitude and ease of a connection, dear Candy! <3
“OH!” Breath released, held from first line to last, both times. What more need be said?
Sensual, pleasant, descriptive, and perfect.
“we move
making little noise
in the cusp of each other
where joy exists
there is often
no sound
but the rinsing of
sin in perfect completion
of the other
opening flower”
Those last 12 words are very redemptive.
Ah. The sound of silence
I try! 😉 xo Thank you!
Thank you so much dearest T.
Thank you sweetheart xo Thank you
You’re most welcome.
I love that S&G song too!
Beautiful and intimate
Thank you so much my friend for taking the time to read this. My reading stats have been way down since leaving WP. I think because in order to read, people have to click and it takes them to my site, rather than WP which makes it an extra step. I so appreciate you taking the time to make the extra step. xo