When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
the currents..
upwelling.

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,
your eyes.

I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
many evenings..
searching for what you
already hold
and offer
in a kiss.

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conveyed by ~ Arthur ‘Skip’ Maselli  
http://www.phosphorimental.com/poetry/driftwood-in-your-ocean/

anthologized & edited by ~ skyblueandblack