The silence stretches, speaking your name

She as water
Flows through my mind
Graceful and brash
Pulling joy
As if a magician producing scarves
Voice full of temptation
Of willful willingness to be taken in hand
She the torrent
Awakes cells long dormant
Alive for the chance of her
Too public to sweep her into arms
To hold her close and make clear my affection
Settling for
veiled words
Knowing looks
Skin taught in the yearning
A promise of tomorrows