The Silent Moments: Poetry


I wondered 
if He would ever know
those hours of silent love as I did,
when passion threw itself naked
into the shadows and caution laid bare
His chest to my inventive fingers

Seeing Myself 
as I am in His eyes,
melted the ice encasing
my indifferent heart

And tears,
clandestine and broken,
fell down my cheeks 
in twin rivers
while He slept

For in those moments,
I lived.



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