when i am silent
and say nothing
it is because, there is nothing to be said
or nothing of value worth saying,
look into my eyes
they say all i need to

and how much need be said
for things we both know
or do you just want to hear them aloud
so we can both revel in it
relishing the sorrow we both wrought

Speak me a sound
  Not so that I can hear
  Or so that you can seem
  To be more interested in me
But speak to my heart
  And appeal to my mind
  And ask questions of my eyes
So that maybe we both could believe
That one day neither of us could be alone

Cold coffee settles me
And stirs the morning into dew
In a warm body

Her lips are like
wet orchids, dressed in
the spring rain,
waiting to be
kissed and
caressed.

What better way to love someone than intentionally?