Hour two How do we share yearnings when we cannot speak of them?

Times of No speech

by Joan Leotta

When words are not enough

My hand clenches

My mouth goes dry

Words are the essence of my being

 

If I cannot speak, how do I know

What I feel, let alone share it

With you?

 

This, I suppose, is when we

Walk to the window,

Watch moon rise in the sky

Ripple in the creek behind the house

And let our kisses speak for us.