Tantric Poetry ~ Found In The Silence.

You can’t taste me when I am speaking and I can’t offer you a taste …

                                     

                                I am never really sure what to say, only because my words never seem enough.                                           

Words are like thieves, they steal me from you,

Rigid in their defined, uncomfortable form between us.

You can’t taste me when I am speaking and I can’t offer you a taste …

I know in my heart that all I want to share with you is wordless,

can only be shared by you just sitting ~

sitting here with me, allowing me to be the warm rays of the sun caressing your cheek. 

Drink me in and you will hear me.

Found in the silence.

Only then will I feel I have truly spoken …

Will I know you have tasted me.

Only in silence will I ever be yours.

 

Michelle Roberton ♥️

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