consider the litany of beauty—
tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of silence,
borrowing tenderness from dreams we never dreamt.
you—marauder of sleep, thief of holy & unholy,
still carrying with you a primal scream
you want to let loose in billows of softness.
(you’ve been weary).
kanna, i know.
tonight, there is longing—i still belong to you.
this too, will become an elegy in little time much like
the night sky. in a soundless language, i'll tell you that
i love you. silence isn’t always a precursor to violence.
what truly was said in this poem?
i'm still inaccessible to myself—only you make sense,
in this little life.
