Juxtoposition

There aren't enough words to replace
our fingers interwoven softly.
the juxtoposition of our hands.

There aren't enough words to replace
the calmness of my head on your shoulder.
Everything fits like a puzzle.

There arent enough words to replace
our smiles, our laughter. our music.
Your sparkling eyes.
Your dimples.
My smile. My skin.

Words cannot erase that distance
exists day to day to day.
The hand that reaches feels nothing.
The heart that beats still longing.

Physical silence speaks more than
voiced attraction

Time together scarce
is all that more important -
For words can no longer convey
what you mean to me.