oh, really? are you really, rolling
on
the
floor
laughing?

I'd so love to see that...

My loss remains an unspoken word.
My ears are deaf, though I have heard
The Silence creep across my face.
I sleep at night with forgotten grace.

The voice that reigned as if my Lord
Falls quiet amongst the boisterous horde
Of Night Fiends and creatures that claw at my bed.
Sometimes I feel I waken as one of the dead.

And Silence is the enemy.

She's dancing in his eyes of misery,
Twirling around the floorboards,
Like a fruit ripening off a tree.
She's balanced in his gaze,
Hovering above the waves and pulses
Beating through the planks of wood
Built on this foundation of land.
He wants what he can't have,
And she is the reviving water
Stored underneath cactus ******
That he can't drink.
His hand is not hers to hold
And her dress is not his to touch.
His misery will flourish,
The distance of strangers.

Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?