In Truth

Though you love me I hear 
In your silence more than
In voice your unworded mention
Likely unplanned as the body

The body mentions without words
Within earshot translates the unspoken
Into what skin feels skin feels
For us we call to ourselves the heart

The heart starts hearing things it's called
It's called not exactly imagining
The vowel tones unfenced by
Consonants not at this moment

At this moment consonent vowel sounds
Hurt to be heard singing weeping even 
Without the little braces
Around them propping them up in truth

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