How different
are the words in this sentence
than
the silence sliding in the wild grass.

Can you behold it
as a dewdrop beholds the precious hours of the dawn.

Can you hear it rip
like a cascade ripping the rocks
or
like my desires ripping the hems of your skirt.

Can you feel it like a bee stinging
because
you know not how to be the silent yeilding of its flower.

i have come here in the name of its words, gaps, and silences
wondering what you could make of it.

Humbly i'll take whatever you'll give.
And
Whatever has become of our sentences
i can wait to watch them
precipitate from your eyes.





Nb : could'nt do any posting the last 10 days, had troubleshooting with the computer. Missed writing.