The stillness of a cat approaching his mate

I stop and I start
Wishing and planning and hoping
Waiting for
That maybe
That wink, that nudge, that smile
That yes
That you
You I choose
And words tumble out
Wishing for wanting
Knowing and needing
But quiet
Because speaking about seething volcanic mountain of my love
Scares

But I am not built of silences
If I’m quiet, it’s because I’m thinking
Or assessing
Or deciding
never for punishment
Never for spite
Always one second from a silly song
Ready to wear my joy on my lips
Dancing on the edge of your tongue
Even as the dark clothes say somber
The dark roses say yours
Do you but speak