It’s in the unspoken things.
A touch – closed eyes and parted lips.
It’s in your eyes when you say my name. When you touch my flesh.
The heat of you inside of me.
It’s in my throat, beating with the pain of this.
It’s in your face, streamed tears.
It’s in the catch of my voice.
Strongest is not strong enough for this.
Hold on to your anger, ride it through the storm, it’s all that will keep you afloat.
