In you

lies a

river

quiet and

rippling

by the

brush

of air

at the

surface

creating

gooseflesh

in my

heart

You stand

on the

bank

I wade

in

knee deep

where I

feel your

earth

beneath

feet

and your

cold current

wrapping

itself

around

the legs

of my

soul.

An alphabet

flew past

yesterday

words

unspoken

until the

aftermath

apologies

and

absolution

ensnared

in traps

why do

we then

and only

then

become

conscious

of

four

feet

when

do we

then

and

only

then

understand

that to

survive

we

must

lose something

we’ve

been

accustomed

to

having.

He hears

no

sound

speaks

no

words

feels

touch

music

weight

passion

he

sees

me

reflecting

him

he

smells

odors

at night

and

aromas

at day

his

hands

speak

his

eyes

they

listen

We

are

all

but

puzzles

each

missing

pieces

rather

than

searching

our

own

house

for

those

parts

we

take

pieces

from

others

forcing

them

to

fit

and

while

they

may

fit

the

image

you

are

will

never

be

the

image

you

were

meant

to

be.

Your

words

came today

across the

divide

I

didn’t

hear

them

instead

I

felt them

for you were

speaking

to

my

heart