i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

"am i good enough?"

"what did you say?"

"did you like it?"

each pocket of silence swells and swirls, 

the stretching surface 

of a bubble about to 

pop 

and if you were too close

soap suds land on your tongue

and you recoil, frowning

at the aftertaste. 

but sometimes,

after the dissipating vapour of silence has

finished with its airy frolic

the breezes pays a visit

quietly

and lands next to the ear

with a soothing touch and 

a whispering reminder

"yes."