Silence: A Conversation in My Head

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Why?”

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

“My silence?”

“Yeah. Like what’s underneath it.”

“Nothing.”

“Stop.”

“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.”

“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?”

“Yeah.”

“I am nothing.”

“You are everything.”

“No.”

“Say my name.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“If I say it, things change.”

“Haven’t they already?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please.”

“If I say it, what happens?”

“I don’t know.”

“You never know.”

“That’s my line.”

“I know.”

“Please.”

“Kiss me first.”

“Ok.”

***

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?

~Patience

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