This silence of yours
is like pieces of a puzzle
forming an endless,
infinite, exquisite possibility
should I care to construe
the fire that fills this chest.
I am glued to insensate brow,
to unshaven stubble
of your chin
deliberating my tongue
and pen.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Quadrille #61 @ dVerse Pub

And on Tuesday platform @ Real Toads