If Only We Knew
How loud is silence?
As loud as the thump of a plump toad
On the sickeningly moist forest floor.
As loud as the thunder in your eyes
Between kisses that we thirsted for before.
How bright is darkness?
As bright as the night of the crescent moon
Grinning vainly, against the indiscernible blue.
As bright as the sweet sweat glistening on your
Neck, smiling, as I turn around to face you.
How shallow is depth?
As shallow as this singed mountain lake, with
The embers of dead fish floating steadily to the shores.
As shallow as your words when we lay blissfully on
The covers, soaking in the laughter of yesterday's desires.