Sunday, June 24, 2007



Forgive me, for only tonight I realize it.
The fool I have been.
Now, I want to listen, and so deeply
That with your every breath
Words are noise.
Let me listen.
I want you to lean into me, not saying anything,
But trembling, feel me tremble.

Whisper. Tell me what moves you.
I want to know what moves you.
More than ever opening my eyes
Again, I want to know.
What moves you.

I said these things to you
As the night itself turned us inside out.

We looked at the river in the moonlight.
And a log went by, floating.
On it, a duck stood.

It was when we fell back on the grass
Laughing, I knew. You would never
Never be gone, were a cyclone to take you
From me.
Nor I, from you.

And we trembled in the grass together,
Until we shivered.
Knowing it.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2007

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