Oh how I get used; to this silent abuse
Not hearing my response to an innermost calling
As you cover your ears
Blocking my tears
Of Forgiveness
Such that the incoming noise is muffled
And stifled in going one way
Or another
Oh how I get used; to this voiceless help
Unable to comprehend my awareness
Of a present presence
Deep within
That head of hearts.
A writhing of current
Widening and Deepening,
Numbed by an idle pulsation
Echoing about its own axis of fear;
Trumpeting from the rim of his nose
To google the distance of my piercing discomfort
Oh, how you’d love my silence
An innermost peace
Easing your tensions.
Welcoming shafts of excitations
Balancing dynamically around
And between our passionate bursts of thriving;
Aching to share these tidal adventures of euphoria
Oh, how I’d love your barking!
A need to let loose
Raising my coolness above the cork of celebration
Between and around our passionate love of life
Enthralling
Enlivening
Always dynamically balancing
Without the need to tame
The name into static sounds of silence
Oh, how we’d love our relationship
Each in the other’s mutual embrace
Knowing we dive both
In the pool that includes us all
