[Poem] A Writer, to Silence

[eredien]

Ah, stop my throat
that I may cry no more
and no more speak
words, whose
existence on my tongue
reminds me of their kiss
a confusion of love
exploded into thought
sweet conversation
singing
and their breath at night
in and out my ear a story
wordless
as our laughter,

and all, all
needless of words.

Comments

[eredien]

Thank you.