Passion Flower

No, let there be no words.

For words are treacherous,

Unnecessary

Inadequate.

Let there be quiet:

No questions, nor replies,

No demands, nor refusals,

No promises, nor avowals.

Let us keep our dreams to ourselves,

And reveal them not,

Nor our hopes and desires,

Nor seek them in each other.

To do so would be fatal.

- This silken flower will not stand

The strain of speech.

Hush!

Sigh softly,

Lest it wilt