Don’t Speak


Remember we were young?
Our skin soft and smooth,
Butterflies surrounded us and made their way into our stomachs,
every touch sending them into a frenzied flight.
Same song.
Over and over, until our bodies vibe, to every, single, syllable.
Too afraid to say how we feel so we wait till night fall.
Laying next to each other, moving closer and closer until day break.
Break.
Break apart.
We don't speak of our quivering touches.
We don't speak of your breath on my neck.
We don't speak of our bodies pressed hard on each other.
Day break.
Break.
We don't speak.

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