Silent Pact Poem by Tom Billsborough

Nothing sings like touch.
No word has resonance like this,
A gentle kiss, the hand upon a hand
Is worth a sonnet of impassioned speech.
We reach and switch on instant pleasure.
Your soft flesh so electric
Illuminates your eyes with magic.
Though we are mute
We understand our fate to be conjoined.
If words were needed, three would be enough
To seal the faith which now we
Undertake together and which through love
Will surely last forever.