i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

after the party has gone away.

the quiet of the heart,

after the busyness of day.

the intake of a breath,

the pause between the exhale.

the clench of the jaw,

the sentiment un-revealed.

happiness and fulfillment,

the restlessness of right after.

a secret sort of comfort,

and dissatisfaction muffled.

of you,

and the want thereof.