Tonight
For S
Somethings are better left unsaid & in the end does it really matter anyway?
No word can affirm or negate the warm weight of your face against my chest, or the soft pressure of your body beside me as we slowly blend & then deliquesce; relinquish speech & fall asleep…
Peace, contentment so sweet & foreign to me that a tremulous urge to speak begins to stir within, but then I remember again:
Some things are better left unsaid.
Tonight we sleep beside eachother & nothing else matters.