I can taste the words left silent upon your lips.
the forgiveness you would beg with carefully practiced indifference
while the taste of your fragility
is sweet on my tongue
knowing any fault I find
is mine
for seeing with imperfect eyes
only makes it sweeter
The taste of silence… that is an amazing thought…
How do you do it, D’Jaevle? Such vivid, visceral images with only a few carefully structured stanzas. Amazing.
The perfect words for a perfect day…
beautiful, as usual.. stunningly so.