10 01 12

Darkness is softened by light entangling me,
giving that boy a kind of glow
that plays in his dark cherry pit eyes
that sighs around his mouth and slips into his fingers
The darkness creeps under his toes
to silence his steps
to muffle the tips of his toes as he tip-toes across the cold floor
He crouches and says a name to the couch
It awakes there's a girl on the couch
A small smile gleams for a moment
He's nearly whispering
As though he expects me to be listening
As though terrified of discovery
As though volume is dangerous
As though in a cathedral
As though this moment is sacred
The words nearly escape
Nearly dance, slip, dive, tip-toe away
But here they come echoing back
Ringing like silent bells and Christmas carols
Cutting like a knife through the cold air outside
And the dark sky overhead tumbles down on the snow-covered prairie
With a silence that sounds like a smile
 Here they come echoing back on the wings of his smile
The words
The words
The words
"I love you"
Words I already knew
He already knew
She already knew
That small kiss tells him she already knows