Our Silences

I like our silences, those shared moments transcending the hungry gaze, that float into a simple but absolute attention.

I like it when we're quiet because then, when our eyes meet & I see you seeing me, I can believe in the existence of what you see.

Your silence is still & speaks to me like star-light speaks of intense heat: defined by perspective & proximity, a secret revealing in concealment, traversing immense distance to bring colour, warmth & life.

In silence, as in soil, slow roots grow strong, & the dilation of every second endures beyond the depraved authority of time; we cease to be a complex pattern woven from a fabric of neurons & electrostatic dreaming, to become

something more, something I am only sure exists when we twist together between & beneath each other, sharing our body heat, giving the prayer of our attention & seeing beyond the iris reflection, to where it lays waiting

in the silence.