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Muted Conversation VII

You would come around and visit,
quiet and calm you remain, saying few words, only when necessary.
Then i would emerge from the other room and see you,
and with a cheerful smile come over and say "Hi"
That's where it ends, nothing else is spoken.
Only when necessary are side talks stirred like a storm.
and then a great calm
I would sit by your side, but still feel this sense of connection,
i would kiss and cuddle you, tell you how much i really care.
caress your light skin, lick your ears..
tickle your nipples till they become so firm.
All in my head
while watching DSTV.
Then sometimes when you are not there,
I would think about you in ways you can't possibly imagine.
Maybe we could go to Antarctica.
I heard there are aliens there, Despite the weather,
But we would still go and explore the cold.
Maybe we would freeze to death.
But death is only a noun.
ringing in my head.
"Send my regards to your sister"
I would always tell your brother.
I don't know if he sends these regards.
To let you know you are in my thoughts.
Its hard to explain how you make you feel.
Two people, sitting side by side.. saying almost nothing.
One has become a walking volcano
because of the proximity of the other.
ready to explode at any slight hint of interest.
But i guess it will never explode.
Maybe it will, maybe not.
Maybe i would just keep crushing in silence because sometimes,
Silence is gold.

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