Mute

Think mutely on me, g, don’t tell anyone, about our unexpressed, sacred love

We lose speech, our senses disorient each other into our belovèd deep,

I saw you in chaste glances gone again, not yet fully exploded into silent screams

A woman walks where God goes, a woman drives by in slow rows, close follows

You there, I here, where heart’s itself in wordless speech, you there I here

Our love to discover in each other, God’s blessing on us, a silent mystery