unsaid
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynnwords like pebbles fall into the water
sighing meaning like shadows crisscrossing,
drunk and heavy across the stillness;
what would have been a glance becomes
a smile, weighted whisper;
what would have been acknowledgment becomes
a hint of making love;intensity in your eyes will send mine
chasing across the hillside;
you blind me with your laugh, your grin,
the wicked way you have about you;the lines you draw in social circles
become curves caressed by lips and tongue;
the eager laugh a vibrant growl,
the wide, unrepentant grin a cocky challenge;within this arena of pending circumstance
we ease around each other always
tensed, quiet, careful;
spring-loaded I hold myself in check thinking
that perhaps I have misread;we hold our breath around each other
and when we speak we create our own soft language;
velvet murmurs, gentle chiding, ever prickly,
feeling and prodding, testing;
and beneath it all, an anticipation deep and dark
as all the fiercest things we have yet to tell;unspoken truths fill up the air around us
and we swim through them, ever wary;
and my lips ache to replace with kisses
all the things still left unsaid.