Sore, soaring – blood-rush;
leaving my veins and brains disturbed
yet soothed over,

once more, like salty sea
soft tease on **** shore.
The constant flow of the come and go activity,

becoming...
                    the calming

stillness.

It is not silence though I come to take it as so...
the sound is rich though hushed; velvety.

To me, you're
when a cigarette tastes like an everything
bagel
after a warm, warming
cup of Spearmint tea.