i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

one i cannot put into words.

and so that's all i'll say.

this is the inbetween,

of news and olds

of loves and hates

of friends and lovers

of sweet and bitter

of success and failure

of fatigue and excitement

of room doors to room doors

and cities and heartbeats

of toffee bits and cake

of prayer and walking.

and here,

this here

this is my heart.