the tension unvoiced,
conversation rolling over tender memories
not really crushing,
but brushing sensitivities exposing rawness
avoiding the still desired but unspeakeable
but a willed embracing of the love thats left
ebbs and flows beneath layers of conflict
ripples of occasional unguarded humour
a dance of sunlight
and shadow on their faces, contrasting echoes.
© 2011 Poetry by Paul Dorkin. All rights reserved.