Still .... Prose poem

Your head,

lies,

On my chest,

While, 

Whispers,

Of silent words,

Fill our ears,

With, 

The absence of words

Tenderness

Of,

Flesh, 

Against flesh,

Sooth, 

Our minds,

As, 

Unspoken words 

Of endearment,

Floats,

From our souls

A thousandth 

hugs,

A thousandth 

kisses,

A thousandth 

times,

We have spoken about the word,

But, 

On this day,

While, 

Basting in the morning light,

As, 

Our bodies lay united,

No, 

Words are spoken,

No, 

Words are whsipered,

Because, 

We have no reasons to articulate,

A single vowel,

Mouth, 

A single noun, 

Speak, 

A single conjunction,

Or adjective

We just need to lay still, 

And listen, 

To the soft rhythm,

Of our heartbeats,

While basking, 

In the moment of being in love...

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