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suziqsmith:

Because I’ve been quiet the last couple of days - here’s a quiet poem I wrote recently.  Enjoy.

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When I laugh, I mean it.

Loud and from my belly. 

Throw my head back, shake my hair

and even show the generous gap

between my two front teeth.

It is when I am quiet that it is time to pay attention.

When I am quiet something big is about to happen.

When I am quiet I am concentrating.

When I am quiet I am going to climax.

When I am quiet

I love you

too powerful to speak.

When I am quiet

I am going to take off your pants

and change your life.

When I am quiet

I am remembering what I have hidden

at the tops of the closets

and deciding how best to pack them.

When I am quiet I am trying not to cry.

When I am quiet I am going to leave.

When I am quiet I am holding my tongue

curling my fist around it

tracing my fingers around the tip

wanting to throw it

wanting to hide it

wanting to swallow it.

I have words.  Many, many words.

I have tongue and teeth and lips.

I keep a hurricane in my throat.

When I am quiet,

when the eerie silence fills the room

when the air is a heavy, wet wool coat

when your body is an electrical fire

when your body is dismembered geometry

when everything about me is piercing and present

when everything I feel is too big to fit into my mouth,

when I am quiet

something big is about to happen.