In between words, only breath—
unscripted, unspoken—
this hush blushes now
as if overhearing itself aloud.
Even the gale withdraws
from its own roaring,
leaves a world slightly ajar,
awaiting any consent in being.
Two shadows eclipse each other,
their touch trembles in restraint,
where longing loosens language
and only silence dares to speak.
In that silence is violence,
all sound compounds inward—
a soft implosion of knowing,
as the mouth of eternity swallows itself.
The darkness of the pic truly matches the piece. We like the idea of dark love we think it’s truer more pure. There is no existence or love without some shadows
Hey Me… glad you liked it
Hi nice lines you shared.
wow this is deep and dark ❤️
In the silence is violence…
Like inner thoughts crashing like meteors in the brain?
This is a thick, gripping write. Like grabbing shoulders and shaking them to see.
Good stuff. Strongly worded and built solid.
Breath is true, especially when there is trembling in the darkness. Breath doesn’t lie.
Superb piece of poetry here, S.
You had me at hush blushes!
And the accompanying pic went great with the tone of this write.
Something about how grainy it is and the texture.
Matches the write perfectly.
Brilliantly penned, S. Amazing write per usual my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian