The more silent the landscape
the more intense all must be:
a hug in a desert, a war
certainly means more in silence.

No one hears you in traffic noise
and who cares about a battle
with the world dying anyway,
and we’re alone now on the beach.

One touch under all these old stars,
why can’t this moment be some more
than an encounter of bodies
like so many before us had.

The silence hasn’t made us sacred,
our moves are ancient as the world,
but it feels as if we’re the first
as no sound but the sea’s is here.

Comments on: "Intense" (8)

  1. Another favourite! Deinitely.

    L&H xx

  2. Love the last verse, brings it all together nicely, and makes you think about the symbolism of our actions. Nice enriching read as always

  3. Sheer perfection…

  4. Intense … love to hear the sea through your poetry … XO

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