Silence

white-lotus-flower

Somehow

I always

Felt you

Close

Sensed a

Truth

A knowing

Like a knot

Unraveling

In the dark

Indentations

Of my

Lonely self

Are you there,

Bashful soul?

What is

This sigh

That yearns

Beneath

My breath

That lurks

At the edge

Of my

Hopeless whisper?

Is it you,

Silence?

Is it your whisper

That I long to hear?

Is it your

Stillness

That I had turned

Away from?

Is it your flesh

That I must

Now reveal

My naked self to?

Are you the one

That I yearn to kiss?

2012 ©MJ Donnery, Lonely Girl

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