I listen for that sound
that happens between us
when spoken words
are forgotten, ignored.
in that moment I see you,
really see you.
A miracle happens
when that look in
your eyes tells me
your guard is down:
Words fail you like they
fail me, every time.
The sound of pure love
breathes out my skin
when you touch me with
this longing to explain
what you already tell me.
Words fall between us,
husks of good intentions
that fall to the fertile soil
of the soul longing to
be heard.
I hear you.