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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I’m getting tired of this

I’m getting tired of this
Of your image kissing my eyes before the sunlight gets to

Of looking for you everywhere
Without seeing you all day

I’m getting
Tired of this.

How much of my sad eyes
Have ever done as little as haunt you
How much of my fragile heart has ever done as much as call on you

My bare shoulders
Take pride in knowing
You have something
Called a touch

But I am getting tired of this
Even the birds sing in a sadder tone
And you
You don’t even know