Hi there! I hope you enjoy this poem of mine – I wrote it a couple of days ago but it needed a bit of editing before it was ready for publishing.
A conversation held in fingers,
Between the brush of hands, a glance,
A half smile, a squeeze;
How many times
Has she said
I love you
Without words, with
A laugh from nowhere that escapes
To a confused look –
What?
Nothing. A shaken head,
A smile.
How many times
Has she said
I love you
Without sound, with
Her fingers and her lips and
Her eyes, how many things has
She not said, that she meant,
From her heart, but left
To simmer in her mind, bursting
With feelings, and
With truth;
How many times has she said
I love you
In her head?
