By Faith Gobeli
Long monologues exhaled in sleep,
Heard only by angels and ancient beings.
Words hanging heavy over our heads,
Lingering just above our lips.
Speak silhouette
To my limbs lying restless beside you,
And twisting themselves
In the turns of your phrases.
Speak silhouette
And do not let the morning undo us.
Write your sadness on the midnight shadows,
And open my ears on a moonlit pillow
While our bodies
Are still hidden from sound.
Speak silhouette,
Claim your burdens here,
In the bed we have made.
Let my dreaming figure take you in
And feel your weight.
