"I really like you"
I touch her nose.
I kiss her cheek.
I think of all the things left to speak.
As those Three Words
Cascade around my head,
And as again we rise from an un-Nuptial bed.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
Will either of us pluck the courage to use Those Three?
Words of violence
Break the silence
But what happens when there's no words at all?
No way in which to describe the felony of your fall?
"I really like you"
I hold her hand.
I kiss her cheek.
I think of all the things left to speak.
But of those things,
I think too much.
Instead of lingering
Skin's touch.
We curl up tight.
We sleep so sound.
And in the dreams
Three Words are found.