When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.
I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
searching for what you
in a kiss.
conveyed by ~ Arthur ‘Skip’ Maselli
anthologized & edited by ~ skyblueandblack