“The night is stripped bare,

and so are we,

wrapped in the hush of unseen hands,

in the flicker of something ancient,

something unspoken,

something more honest than sound.”

“We are a pair of silences

searching for echoes in touch,

weaving wounds into the hush of skin,

erasing memory with a slow caress,

dissolving the space between you and me.”

“…and silence

sits in the shadows of my mouth, pools

in the places your tongue occupies

on occasion, watches as you steal my speech

and I surrender.”