Silence… It has so many flavors:
Sultry, like a frozen ocean,
Or stillness of the thoughts.
Silence of the coffee grains,
Scattered all over the counters,
Not wanting to be run through
Coffee grinder.
Silence after lovemaking,
When, breathless,
We are savoring a strange substance,
That people call love.
And I am calling it a Silence of lust…
And it’s smell, like tangerine –
Wintery, bitterly and dreamy…