How little do we know
How indescribable are those
That touch us in romantic ways
Without touching us at all
Figments of imagination
Joyous points of exhalation
Screaming inside with desire
Quietly composed with
Invigorating fire
Vibrating
Pulsating
Enjoying every moment
Silently traverse
Within ourselves
If I say nothing
Will you hear me anyway
If I do nothing
Will you simply walk away
Do I move
Or remain still
With everything I feel
© GÄ
Poétique 