Silent Subtext too

Bond: Pump it

 

“This is dangerous business we are in”

Muttered phrase

Muted

By mist

Heard regardless

 

For

The simmering pot

Could not be forgot

Nor it’s rising, rolling, boil 

Yet

In power primal

Lay the danger

Though

The closest distance between two points

Proved

Unbearable 

The meeting tentative

Hesitating to give

Hesitating to
Live

Til the sign

Simple soft smile

Brushed her hair back

Returning her eyes

To his vision

Reviving embers

Smoldering burn 

The silent subtext

The conversation interrupted

Had never ceased

None could hear

Nor compare

To the conversations

Carried

The unspoken

In his tender touch

Her gentle laugh

Roared

Calling to life blooms

Of the verdant gardens

In the world created by the two  

All unsaid
All unsaid

Passing crowds
Never Suspecting
The rekindled inferno
Raging in
Racing hearts

Desperate for the halted life

To start anew

Yet
Caught in the undercurrent
Pulling the two
Ever deeper
Into the silent drowning
In the passion filled sea
Of the silent subtext