jump out,
make the leap
across the
chasm that
separates
us both

perhaps...
I was separated
from you on that
day when we were
made two when
once we were one,
perhaps...

nonetheless
we are still of
two minds
and I cannot
read yours

you seem not
to speak, or
choose not to
speak, I know
not which
option box
I must check
in this relationship

those of the gentle
persuasion might
grind their teeth
in frustration
become flippant
and mockery
lining their teeth,
slides out on
uncouth words
to assail bone
of their bone,
flesh of their
flesh.

So,
you will not
speak your mind
but perhaps there
are no words to say
and your paradigm
contains sun-rays
rather storm clouds
and you think ~
peace be still.

So,
you will not
speak your mind
and your brain brims,
wanting to move forward
hesitant at best, cautious
at best and you wait,
abide your time
and you think ~
a time will
come.

And I say nothing.
Hold my tongue
For I am woman
under the grace
of God,

(dear God,
hold this
tongue)

and my
being has
learned that
a time and a
place will come
to speak the words
that line my bones