Softly Un-spoken

We’ve perfected the art
of ending exchanges
in softly un-spoken words
dangling them on strings
like a clock’s pendulum
or a child’s legs on a swing,
two-ing back and fro;
unfinished sentences
drawing no conclusion
painting just an illusion
of what we truly mean
so remain tight lipped
keep a firm grip
on the inner whispers
as they sculpt into screams


(W)rites of passage

s(c)ent of something on a piece of paper
tangible traces in a great divide
narrowing gaps, drawing ever closer
olfactory travels to be at your side

fragrant missives not stationary
(w)rites of passage that travel through time
sensory journeys, pleasure trips taken
push the envelope, make the content mine