It's the lingering silence,
between your breaths.
and thoughts.
Like the break in the winds,
As flowers take rest.
That I love the most.
The rivers flow,
slowly,
not hurried, not overly
needed.
passing through tunnels,
of sweet tasting walls.
The less you say,
the closer I feel to you,
No need to shower,
the streets,
for they are already cleansed.
Two bodies,
bound together,
through the comfortable
silence of Knowing.
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