I'm sorry
That my desire for
Filling quiet spaces
With the physical
Overwhelms

And I love the blushing smile
That says you don't mind.

Here in the wilderness
Your headphones are off
And you're not silly-speaking;
It is the only time
I've seen you truly quiet.

Even I, who thinks only of
Wrath and lust
Paused,
Just watching.
Not just the subdued waves
Of the lake, but
You:

So still,
No one would see you there.

Without a gasp,
I give in to only a faint touch
Along your arm.

The wind is strong,
Pushing the water onto the shore
With a mighty crash

And I can't help but think
Of your sounds
As I overwhelm
You.

And another rarity beholds-
Fingertips along my
Skin,
Light and shy
With me taking notice.

For once, I think,
I'll meet quiet with nigh-silence:

No bravado,
No demands for shouts,
No roughness.