world of quiet

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 I learn of a dimension beyond words

a language of silence 

something novel, and dated

primal, yet sophisticated 

I am a woman of language 

my service my sentences

and yet I fell short today

to all that you didn't even say

just our initials carved on the bench

and all the pricey meals paid for

just two arms around my waist 

and several kisses on my face

just my hair being brushed

and my body gently washed

a long drive to pick me up 

just some tea in my cup

so much had been said

without any exchange of words

like the hummus wrap for a better diet 

in your world of quiet 

-maithili 

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