Silence

A tree doesn't shout.
It sheds leaves, limbs
Discreetly.
Sways with the wind.
Sometimes, falls.

The sky goes everywhere
Silently.
Changes moods,
Colours,
Like a fashionista.
But silently.

Stars hide,
Or not.
Playing their quiet games.
Flash, flip, fade.

While down here
We're swamped with words.
Unnecessary.
Superfluous.
Jamming airwaves.
Punishing ears.

If we moved higher
Or they swooped lower
Would we too then learn
To be sublimely silent?

Relapse

I did not miss you all winter.
Felt no pangs.
Did not die
of desire.

I had recompense.
To warm me,
To satiate.

But summer did me in.

A dull memory
Turned to dark desire.
Turned the balance.

The sun
Heating the air,
Crisping my skin,
Burnt shadows in my eyes.

Each pinprick of heat
A reminder of you.

Till, bending to your beckoning,
Succumbing,
I held you,
Slender, virginal white,
Between parched lips
And touched you to a flame.

Re-igniting
An old, precious love.
In two pulls
Of raw, ravishing smoke.