Your words, So infinite.

And how yet does

your mouth remain discreet?

If we speak subtleties in quiet

rooms,

then where is the outward heard?

Do you tell the others what you

wish to say to me?

This must be some great secret,

tucked beneath your mattress,

hidden in your pillowcase,

and lumping up your sheets.

Speak it out,

else say nothing more to me.