Poetry: Thin The Silence

Thin The Silence

Copy my heartbeat.

Sway easily in this moment,

your unconfined faith is necessary.

Today I am quiet inside, unmoved by physical translation.

Underneath somewhere, in the far away, silent speech tickles tired wings.

Outside, perception goes beyond performance,and will bend to my will.

Unruly,and uninhibited, progression wakes to consistent denial.

Costume changes unravel restraint -

slowly it slips into unconsciousness.

I AM suffocating slowly between panes of glass.

Emotion destroyed – shy memory pleads convergence.

Pleads...oh Please...

Inside gestures shock contrived obligation.

Allowed deeper, pulled by ancient currents.

Whirlpool proof of power.

This is where time stops:

Right above my left breast -

beneath my collarbone.

The only place.

Resistance underplayed in electromagnetic expression.

Violent echoes breathe reflex impatience,

as meditative lies – thin the silence.

Twisting in midair, permission shifts illumination.

Intent is whispered hard,as sharp blades carve promises in souls.

Secrets are slowly buried in skin.

This is where lust hides – in the curve of teardrops.

Elusive, and slippery this feeling.

Never to be trusted.

-Heather Smith-Gearns