I can follow your soul
in the curve and swerve of your skin
as my fingertips trace the flow of your blood
through limbs, so warm, and soft, and fragrant
that I barely (rarely) complete the tracery
for I must breathe and I dare not
while touching you
for fear that so heavy is my soul
that you would blow away
like dandelion seeds on the winds of twilight
which is when I most desire you
Let the silence come.
Let it come and wrap around me like a blanket.
Let my head be clear,
my ears be numb,
let it be quiet for a while.
Come lay down next to me.
There’s not a thing you need to say,
there are no words I need to hear.
Just lay with me,
press you lips against my ear,
I am weary of this noise
and of the way the world thinks it needs it.
Chatter, jabber, tv,
radio blasted in my car.
Promises, questions, ultimatums.
Everyday I try to answer
and the words get stuck
because my spirit wants to be still.
So come, my love,
and lay your head upon my chest.
Feel the rise and fall of my body,
the language of my heart,
and know that something in my body speaks to you,
with every beat,
even if my lips never find the words.
I love every word of this poem. Can anyone tell me who wrote this?