I.
The words stack up, line by line and row by row.
I blink and there it is,
A wall of Happy, Safety, Sweetness, Darling, Dearest, Longing, Waiting, Hoping, Kisses, Soon.
But he is on the other side.
III.
Look at all these words between us.
We describe our happiness and
Wait to feel it.
VI.
This wall is a battlement of Incan-fit boulders
It protects us from the nothing.
One day,
When there is no more nothing,
When there is sunlight and skin and looks and touching instead,
We will be the cannons and the ladders
Laying siege to the stone box that our loving words have built,
Freeing the hearts so carefully kept, and
Watching where they go.
XIV.
The words our mouths have spoken
Must be swallowed
And re told
Without words.
