not those words
that tumble sweetly
from your curled tongue
which tastes so much
of one i deeply love

or the subtle sighs
and suppressed screams
that want to leap
from the depths
of your eyes

i hear the mounting
tremors of your skin,
the pleading gasps
as i play the music
you so love to feel

and as
we reach the time
when even silence
begins to
whisper ...

when i hear again and again
the struggle of your breath
as it tries to fly
from the confines
of your soul

softly,
softly,
i’ll let you
breathe again,
slowly ...

while i hear you confess
our love, not your sin,
as we touch
each other …
skin to skin