In Pure Silence

Words infuse our actions with meaning. 

“One should never assume,” is what I’ve been taught. 

So, I always ask  

Never act. 

Because what would I be  

If not a sentence  

stringed together. 

Yet… 

Philtatos,  

I find myself choosing 

Verbs over nouns.  

I no longer recognize my thoughts. 

I now see the images 

I could never picture. 

My desire turned into a run-on sentence 

My passion turned into— 

My longing turned—  

Philtatos,  

words no longer reach me when I think of you. 

I taste your name, 

 lingering, 

in the back of my tongue. 

Knowing it 

without letters, 

without punctuation, 

without sound. 

Knowing it, 

Only, 

by the way it falls from my lips  

And is savored by yours.  

…Philtatos…