In this moment so prolonged and silent.
All of our lips are closed, losing the speaking and her might.
I hear the sound of moving cloth,
T-shirt murmurous of thousands of hearts,
those hearts never migrate out off the warm bodies,
they never neglect the bodies’ regulation; their important parts..
And the blood unit,
the streaming of love in her own special movement,
all together as a collection,
1 single rhythm,
like a lovely and humble balled,
like one of my fluttering heartstring just had written..
Just keep it silent love,
just keep it still.
Just let your chest move in her will.
Just let your heart beating with every breath,
and let your pillow be the rest for your head…
And close… your eyes……