Explanation, An Poem by Ben Partenay

it was a feeling
in the way the wind
slip trickles
through your hair
crashes lovely on
your face, your eyes.
ebs quiet down
the spine, the soft flesh
of the tongue
the bite of the
teeth that
gathered up and
whispered how
very quiet it's
gotten to the point
i needed noise to clear
the head,
the heart,
shake loose
the words again.
it was a feeling
in the way
the ceiling stares back
with love, with anger
you trying to sleep
next to me
the words are
there,
but
tortured
heated and cooled
and pressed,
packaged with no
good way of
saying any
of them, what
to say, it
didn't leave, not
the love, the
passion, the
past that got
us here, it is
a feeling
in the way
the clouds
cover the moon
and the darkness
it surrounds me.