Qjapheme

It's happening,
Right now.

Like the sound of a city
In the dead of night
In the dead of winter
Makes me feel more alive
Than possible.

Alone,
But with you,
Long after our conversation has ceased.

It makes you
Taste truth
In processed fruit

This will never be kept from my heart
For long.

Thank you.

***

And if you're ever
having trouble
Reading between the lines,
Telling what's false
And what's true...

I can be a guide
for the words
which are mine:

The subtext is I love you.

Phenomenon (I'm right here)

I am
(almost)
begging for you
to share with me
what you know (again)

which is:

What I know (too).

We know it
In the wind through the trees
Sunlight filtering through leaves
And in songs,
Piercing our sides.
We hear it
And are calmed, inspired, and exhilarated (all at once)

But knowing your calm
Alongside my own (even as I know my own)
Is more godly
Than knowing mine alone

(The trees are so still out here)