Silence and Love
There was a time when we talked,
A time when words connected us the way kisses join lovers.
You mind amazed me as much as your body did
And I knew them both better than I knew my own.
You still amaze me but years have wedged silence between us.
Not the stony silence of anger or hurt—thank god, not that.
It is the silence of comfortableness,
The soundless speech of two old people
who sometimes read each other’s minds.
The quiet sharing of a back porch in the summer.
Side-by-side on a second-hand settee with a blue cushion,
You reach for my hand, and I am swept away.
Now when we speak, it is a more cerebral sharing,
Mind to mind, heart to heart,
Two old people still in love, but with little to say.
Did we say it all in the young wild days?
Did we spend our words the way we spent our kisses?
If so, then many more remain, waiting to pass between us.
No. We were learning each other, discovering truths
and facing our self-deceptions.
Now it is a calm sharing.
I still know your mind and your body
and love them better than my own.
I still love it when you hold my hand.
And when we speak it means something.
And when we kiss it means something.
And when we hold hands in the silence
Of an evening on a back porch,
Side-by-side on a second-hand settee with a blue cushion,
It means everything.
“Silence and Love” © Connie J. Jasperson 2015, All Rights Reserved








What a beautiful tribute, Connie.
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Thank you–sometimes poetry is putting it out there and letting the world see the raw you.
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beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Awesome!
Exactly what I want to say to a certain person who isn’t here.
I also would like to have a back porch.
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@Stephen–that means a lot, coming from you.
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