Without Saying

There is a silence in the way we speak,

our voices dance

around the things we actually say

and once the payment is made through words

we pretend to hold hands

until our palms sweat like salivating tongues,

until that need to be in public is cured

and the habit of this love we share is once again

                                                                            cured.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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