Firefly
Originally uploaded by Atomic Citrocity
no-speech.
my lips, a cauterized wound
--bud frozen just shy of
bloom in an ever and almost season.
it can't reach beyond its waiting.
a promise i cannot break
for all rash attempts.
silence is felt. a rare feeling at that,
past and not merely, the absence
of sound.
the air quivers first - then the leaf
with weak stemhold, accosted
by soulless wind.
it begins again - insistence conveyed
without utterance - words aloud, disallowed,
unwound from the forbidden fabric
of noise about love, about fidelity.
loyalty has no interest in time or distance -
a vow that's resurrected in each
seamless breath - truncated, not by verbal
clutter or excuse or expectation - the details
cannot touch it.
