In your arms
 sound and silence 
 liquefy to one.
 A single strand of time 
 made real by its surrounding 
 cradlesong of life within 
 a life we cannot hear.
 We fly across the undertides 
 of passion-scented cries,
 tendersweet, across the 
 sails of silence 
 created by the sounds of love 
 we make below.



25 nov 01
M Madison