Wordlessly

Only now
Trapped in our fear
And wanting to love effectively
We will exchange words that fall
From sharpened toungue.
Careful never to draw blood,
Never wanting to inflict pain
Or cause harm.
Charging, sometimes cautiously,
Approaching this thing called love
As if it were the edge of a cliff
Or an ex-somebody both know too well.
One day
We will be in a place of comfort.
One day the laughter we enjoy will
Take the place of the fear
And drown-out  the readied words that sound like
'I know but...'
'This is what I know for sure...'
An imagined leaving before it takes place
Can sieze the heart
And worry the mind.
Yes we are atop a cliff.
But how far down?
One of us see possibility,
The other can only imagine falling.
Over there, on future,
Hands hold and toungues are dull
And eyes only see a world
With us in it; our strides match and we are together
And apart from a past that teaches
But does not condemn or flare up
Like a rash, in reminding, how scared, how immature, 'How could I be so...'
In future, we offer a knowing look from across the table that communicates
Purposefully,
Like a thirty-second tv commercial
Dangling between us,
Convinced,
It is the sureness of a thing
Promising a return after these messages,
The opportunity to conclude,
A chance to laugh again.
In the meantime,
I motion to you that 'wipe the food from your face' motion...
No words, only love.