Silence: A Conversation in My Head

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”


“I don’t know. I think it’s your eyes. And your silence.”

“My silence?”

“Yeah. Like what’s underneath it.”



“Make me.”

“When you say that, all I want to do is kiss you. Your neck, that corner of your jaw, your soft mouth when it turns hard and I can feel your desire. Feel your wanting.”


“Stop what?”

“Saying things like that.”

“I can’t help it. I want to know you almost as much as I want to feel you against me.”

“Oh yeah?”


“I am nothing.”

“You are everything.”


“Say my name.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“If I say it, things change.”

“Haven’t they already?”

“I don’t know.”


“If I say it, what happens?”

“I don’t know.”

“You never know.”

“That’s my line.”

“I know.”


“Kiss me first.”



Do you ever talk to someone who doesn’t say much, not in words, but their eyes write novels? All the things they don’t say add up to everything?


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