Not
a word
Two
figures
In
silence stood
Frozen
between
The
world of the real
And
that which was secret
Not
a word was spoken
Words
Too
long
Were
constructs
Of
constraints
Simple
symbols
Had
been used
Or
abused
To
hide
Disguise
Merrily
dance
In
a refuting prance
Around
a truth
Undeniable
The
Longing
Beckoning
In
its resilient
Intricately fragile
Yet
Forged of iron
Enduring Permanence
Simple
Truth
Yet they stood
Not a word was spoken
Focus intent
On safe harbor
In
the piercing tempest
Of
a sorrowed gaze
He
moved towards
Her
beckoning retreat
For
his two steps of advance
Only
one
Only
one
Was
taken to retreat
Yet
in the delicate ballet
Not
a word was spoken
Persephone
stopped
The
fatal ruse
Accepting
His
silent approach
As
A
tear
softly
slid
From
tempered torment
She
had fought
For so long
So long
Symbol for pardon?
Penitent pain?
In the darkness his heart
Split in a soft tear
Neither was necessary
It was of little matter
So very little
A gentle raise
Of his hand
That sought to meet
Her
Merely for the sake
Of her
And wipe the precious jewel away
Not a word was spoken
Cautious unfastening
Facades finely fashioned
Fell to the floor
With soft support
He drew her to him
As sculpted supple
Melded into chiseled chest
Not a word was spoken
And with a slight lean
And the devastating heat
Of lips long denied
In the fires of contact
Desire sweetly sang
While truth roared
And in the midst of the fevered
bedlam
Not a word was spoken
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