We fight without fighting
moving through the house
like air currents
hot and cold
stroking the walls as we go
convecting dust
between corners

You are a stern monolith
piercing through
the cracked floor tiles
the outcome of
a lingering tremor

I slip between the sounds
poured into the house
through the window
eroding my way around
you
as silent as the growing grass

Until you lay in bed
and I join
several hours later
measuring your rhythmic breath
by the deflection of the shadows
fluttering my gaze
upon your turned back
hoping that you feel
just how much
I love you