I like the silence that covers us - after a tired day.
And the gentleness that surrounds the palms of your gentle hands, callous and gentle, warm and gentle.
The touch must be celebrated - drums and fires triumph within me, they shake the blood beneath my skin.
On the face always the same members, in your lens always the same eyes. The same eyes, not mine.
"And where is the light you said to make all the noise disappear?” You smile.
And on Earth there seem to be only the quieter fireflies.
Art by Olivia Tessa
I gave this poem in the middle of a letter to someone, a year ago. It did not work as I wanted, but it is still a great poem and I have no regrets.
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