Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Talking without words



Pressing my fingernail
Against your skin
Running my hand
From there, back to your chin
I have not said a word, but
You grasp how my mind works.
You blink that way and I know
You are talking to me
Passing on a message
From the heart of a window. 
We are having 
A great conversation 
Without even having
To exchange a single word.
Everything that must be said
Our feelings that ought to be shared
Here we are, doing so,
Just you and I, talking in silence
Without the sound of a word;
Between the fluster of the wind
And hearts that are about to discover.


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