Thanks

 
Words might fill the silence¹
but I would rather hear your breath
as in comfort you sleep,
after we have whispered hopes
and longing against the pillow

we share. All those words we speak
as if our tongues are the host
and tears are the wine of communion
taken at the altar of our union.
Our love absolves us of sin

and sorrow. Our strength
renews as kisses silence mouths
when we swallow the eucharist
and set down the empty cup
that defines² our redemption.

Dream in this after silence
as I whisper thanks and worship
each unspoken word you breathe.
 
 
¹ Separately Together, by Tristesse2 ©2006
² Notes found written to..., by unpredictablebijou ©2007.