Soft Song

Let me place my heart upon yours and rest awhile. Letting them beat as one- without words to interrupt their meaning.

Their soft silence between rhythms. 

A forgotten song beyond reach of record. 

‘This is peace,’ I whisper under bunched blankets. 

Heat swirling between gripped forms. A lazy hand traces letters across skin. Stories shared without speech. 

Soft silence. 

‘This is peace.’