call / response

and some nights there was nothing so lovely
as hearing you softly call,
come, let's to bed

introductions prompting endless amusement
at all the meaning
captured in the measure
of a breath

and the stories
and the adventures
(oh, the adventures.)

as autumn fell to taciturn winter
we found it preferable to gaze upon nailbed, palm and shoelace
to avoid entering into that dialogue
thick with definitions, semantics
(and clarity)

until the silence
became an answer
in itself.


Currently spinning:
Broken Social Scene ~ You Forgot it in People