Against the Poetic Avant-Garde.

Thursday 10 February 2011

'Perhaps one kind of silence is enough
for the two of us' I thought.
It was not that you
were resting over me
or opened your hands
and engulfed my soul.

Another silence came
a different one
brought by the secret
of your mouth.

That night
I will forget
as you already have
even when
the exact
same
silence
comes.