There is a need to fill up what you perceive as empty silence
With words
Knowing full well that words can’t replace a smile or caress
And yet
We speak them, a trickle, then a flow, then a deluge
A storm
Of love, breaching the dyke of this frail and too small page
Tearing down
The distance that we sometimes must endure and quenching
Our desire
To hear, to taste, to touch with a universe of sensation contained
In words
~ KbT
4 Nov 2012