silence, the particular kind that fills a room when two people have stopped pretending they are strangers.

Words are only ever a translation of the undercurrent; a language born in the space between two bodies, perfected in the secret hours of shared darkness, passed on from touch to receptive touch, in the hope that someday, someone might finally render it into something as precise and enduring as love.

© KD.W.Heim

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