A Morning Born in Silence

Quiet hands brush my chest

visions of the days first blush

fevered lovers dressed in sheets

an ear to her breast speaks

the sound

and the waves

are precious like lovers words 

but now 

and again

a silence is what we birth

digits dote on waking moments

tender thoughts in faultless eyes

curls and a gaze hold what we know

whispers in the rain settle my soul

your aches

and your pains

speak volumes on who you are

the care

in your skin

leads us home when we are lost

Author's Note

draft ii