There will come a time
my beloved
When my most intense
conversations with you
are carried out
in silence
The very air will tremble
The moonlight strain
To overhear
The sibilances
within my soundlessness
Oh no!
There shall not ever be
dearth of talk, love
Not between us
The only thing changing radically
will be
Your comprehension
Of my bodiless speech.
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