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I wouldn’t trade getting lost in your gaze
for any number of words.
And how I love words!
Silence bursts with meaning
when your eyelids lift
and you look at me.
You could speak in thousand languages 
and I would only hear the rumbling 
arising from the core of my being. 
Be still. Can you hear it?
Your eyes are portals 
to the emotional stirring of the best kind.
How you move me!

It’s as elusive as it gets -
this pulsating, 
all-consuming energy between us.
Instead of easeful coming and going,
we implode whenever we catch ourselves
rushing into quicksand.
The meaning of silence changes 
and it begins to fill me 
with anxious anticipation.
And I wait 
for the wave to pass, 
for your name to pop up on the screen,
for our bodies to return to homeostasis 
by circumstance.

I wait
for your hand on my heart 
and my hand on yours;
our eyes closed and breathing 
synchronized.
I wait to listen 
to the rumbling arising 
from the core of our being.
But,
this time,
we don’t move 
and the quicksand shape-shifts 
into a bed of flowers.
We rest together and stargaze,
our bodies just borrowed vessels 
in which our souls experience
what it’s like to be human.
We welcome the inevitable changes,
and the existential crises,
trusting we would find each other 
again and again.
And we let life unfold as it will, 
recognizing, but not clinging
to preferences.
Now silence is a peaceful one.

Two flames, you and I,
tackling life side by side, illuminating 
and reflecting each other’s essence.
There is a beautiful simplicity beneath
seemingly endless variations of our external 
presentation.
Always complete in and of ourselves,
we are softened and empowered
by each other's energy.
The closer I come to seeing myself
reflected in your light,
the better I can understand the both of us.

So, I make peace with distance.
And I make peace with silence.
Because I know that distance 
is only a projection
of a fearful mind.
And silence-
just another word for 
unbridled potential.