I’m listening,
To the spaces between your breaths
The heave in your chest
Each word, I’ll undress
Tenderness,
I’ll caress,
The very essence,
Benevolence,
Five senses,
Immense,
Is my quietness,
So don’t ask me why, I’m quiet,
You’ll spoil the romance.
-W.E.
An expansion of Introversion 5 in poem form.
“Why are you quiet?” they ask.
“I’m listening”
-W.E.
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