THE SCREAM OF OUR ORGANS

I take as real what our organs tell us.
They scream our needs.
Through the spaces
between your words
I can only guess who
or what you might be.
Eyes when closed reveal hope.
With pace, proportion and content,
you give resonance
to what the world
and its living creatures want to hear.
Your body thinks for you,
and awaits your interpretations.
She likes you so much
that she lets you indulge
in thinking that you could keep her silent.
She speaks ... and speaks ...
While awake – while in your dreams ...
when you are not aware ...