Hush

Every word has too much connotation.

Each name already too much history—

Too much foreshadowing,

Too much alliteration,

Jaded concepts clouding with prejudice.

Too much all the time.

Just for tonight,

Let’s don’t talk.

Lets’ don’t speak forth anything intelligible.

Let’s communicate

Without a word between us.

Let’s be quiet,

And look deeply into each others eyes.

Finger-paint your soul across my shoulders.

Etch out to me who you really are

In action pictographs along my spine.

Roll me up in your feelings

As we turn together in a great unsophisticated manner.

Let’s wrap ourselves up with the hush of the night,

In deep conversation,

Mutely telling the meanings of our existence right now,

With the blackness blotting out every idle word.

-jenn long