...are the ones that you'll never hear.
they stand like domino people lined up,
only to fall onto the back of each other.

silent whisper-screams precede them
as they're falling backward:
catch me! catch me!

yet, words unspoken are needed
and never to be heard is their creap
into my mind's open dray cart.

unspoken is the touch of an eyelash
flicking against my temporal lobe
and whooshed to my heart.

too, your welcomed wet-happy tears
have a taste, salty with love unspent,
unspoken, still i hear them.

10/13/2005