It’s the quiet I fear the most.
It speaks louder than words
and utters things that hide
in the recesses of my mind.
When you are nearby there
is no quiet. There is life and
light and feelings and poetry
and kisses that grow from soft
embrace to urgent desire.
There is you and me and
life filled with cacophony.
I love the noise we make, but
It’s the quiet I fear the most.