Poem: SPLENDID IN ITS SILENCE

Only when I’m quiet and do not speak
can I hear your breath
slide from parted lips.

I want to kiss you
the way I used to,
pressed against your chest.

I’m afraid to steal what is not mine-
probably never was.

Take bread away from me if you wish,
I’m full of yesterday’s laughter.

The spin of your voice,
the light touch of your hand on mine.

You are my reason
for fullness.

I groan with my need to carry you

in marsh and meadow, you comfort me.
My love, splendid in its silence

splits me in two.