Unsaid

It is a distant longing

That is too sacred for words

Too fragile to acknowledge

Too holy to describe

So one frowns

When it is displayed openly

One shivers

When it is told freely

One hurts

When it is broken off

Completely

Where fingers intertwine

Hearts sigh as one

Eyelids flutter together

And dreams beat one and the same drum

Words dry up

Sound is abomination

Tell tale, blasphemy

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