i love your silence

it is a piece of moon that slips past

the curtain of a midnight cloud.
it is a japanese fan that
unfurls an inch per hour
to teasingly reveal a pink-grey scene
of brooks and valleys,
and the rose kitsune in the fog.
it is also the bitter edge of gin
on the tongue, or the piquant ginger.
i love your silence,
which is perfect daughter of love.
your lips are muted at will,
twin sonatas of a smile that erupt out of
the silent sky of your face,
your face like a plate of chinese sweets,
your face like a strange reflection of a stranger
nymph upon the river surface, a slice of
sun, a vivid face, a face of eyes and nose and
angelkiss. your goddessbrows. or how your breath
brings the blood that crimsons the creases of your cheeks,
and then your silence.
i love your silence still.
and how it makes me hear the faint
breeze of iloveyou and beherewithme
and the orchids of longing, and the dande-
lions of want and care. your silence is a vision,
an orchestral piece, an epic goat-song. it is something
i hear and see, and see like bioluminescence,
your silence is a pocket that keeps baubles of memories,
and also a mother's womb that cradles life.
and your silence is something i love above all things.
because your silence can contain and your silence
contains my hundred hearts. your silence
contains my own attempts at silence. your silence contains me.
your silence conquers me. your silence anoints me.
i live inside it. i belong, i say, i belong inside
your silence.