Mute Words

You and I speak without words:
our bodies contort into the characters
the alphabet lost long ago.
Our skin shivers in pitches too shrill
for human ears,
and we grin,
knowing that only we
can speak this way.
A lingered graze with shivered fingertips,
a biting eye contact only broken by rushed blinks--
I giggle, while you smile and nod:
“I’m so happy I’m here,
with you,
I’m so happy I’m here,
I’m so happy.” 

You find comfort in my silence,

I find chaos in your safety,

but neither of us has the vocal cords to say.

My mind re-writes the same line from long ago:

'It's as if we've lost our voices

in our quests to find ourselves.'

From a birds' eye view, our limbs are entangled in the form of 

a typeface question mark;

concentric symbols running across the page

with impossible urgency:

but you and I,

we're too lost in our questions

to lift our eyes from the ground,

for even just a second.

Will we ever know the truth in anything?

I can't really say,

I can't really say.

Reviews

[KL]

This is amazing! The concept you convey is so true, the inability to voice concern in concerning times - it's incredible how sometimes we can be reduced to verbalized non-verbalizations and can only operate on that level once it's been reached. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad.

You start the poem off strong and support it the entire way through with a vivid description of the situation, and the last two lines really bring the theme full circle. Think this one's going into the Library!

[Crusaderscross]

This is really a good poem. I like the description on the symbiotic relationship of the 2 characters. But, I get the feeling that the is a mutual desire to break away from this dependance.....really good....will keep reading your stuff

[Steve]

Definitely poetic and deep. Too many times i read someones write and am mystified.....but this is sweet poetry!