I know.
Even in silence, I know.
You breathe,and something in me settles.
You look away,and everything in me reaches.
I know you belong to me,
not in possession,but in pulse,
in the way the sky belongs to the sea.

Words fail.
They hover near what I feel
but fall just short-
like shadows trying to touch light.

Still,I speak,
because not speaking
would be like not breathing.