[easy silence]

[subcitizen001]

this silence that floats,
I wallow in it.
grab on to it,
put it in a lock-box.
I savor each minute, moment, millisecond;
I suck the marrow.

this comfortable, noise-less rapport;
I have known you not 2 weeks
and already I sense easy
silence that flows from our
union like harmony
from a duet.
easy silence that hangs like a well
placed tapestry in an empty hall:
subtly bringing to life
an otherwise dead space.

not an awkward, piercing,
unquiet silence,
but the noiseless harmony
of two people who see
foolishness in gratuitous
banter, and instead prefer
to let silence rule
with a deft hand.

it is a medium.
I can feel your movements from
a bed’s length,
it is a medium.
I feel your breathing traverse the
stale air.
it is a medium;
this communion that supplants air
will soon come to an end,
cut off the silence, and leave me,
momentarily,
to choke on the dust and haze and confusion
of verbal communication.
let me adapt!
give me lungs
to breathe the noise.
give me a mouth to exhale
the sounds of articulation.
I need words, else I will
be left mute.
give me lungs to breathe and a mouth to speak,
hands to pray and a heart to ache.

we awake, we speak;
goodbye deafening silence.
we destroy what was an intimate moment
and replace it with another,
infinitely louder,
infinitely less profound.