Sleek sharp curves
Dusted linen fashionably late, crisp.
heart throbs yearning but beatless.
A heartless abyss between minds, a gap.
These instruments we call mouths
Hinder our speech.....shoulder to shoulder
Still a widening distance
What was once easy is now painfully distant.
Awkward falling away, slippery I'm falling to quick to think.
Its better to say to much
then never to say what you need to say
One thought stays with me......

~love is power, but so is silence.~

~May~