Let's have a conversation without words.
There is a language of silence.
You feel that way too?
Tell me for once that I'm not wrong.
The party goes on next door but we are lost
In shaking hands with ourselves.
You turn the other way so I can go around
And bump into you.
We turn up the music to drown out the neighbors.
I'm hungry for what we've got.
I eat your language.
I love you like loneliness.
This is a feeling I can hold,
A silence that nourishes.
This is the secret we can share.
David Lawrence has been published in The Connecticut Poetry
Review, The Antioch Review, and Atlanta Review. His most
recent book is Lane Changes, published by Four Way Books.