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Emptiness conveys complete quiet--
Hush, can you hear it?
It is the sound of stillness.
When is there ever such quiet?
Meditation and reflection silently mask tranquility
But sleep, cousin of quiet, promises peace
My lover disquiets any true musing.
Like the alarm that wakes the dreamer,
So too, he stirs the inner most sounds within me.
Listen, my heart beat is not muzzled by the quiet--
When caressed by you, my love, the silence breaks.
Hear the irregular palpitations.
As you lay your head upon my breasts
Gently clasping one in your hand--
My heart skips a beat.
Can you hear the silence? No longer--
The emptiness evaporates when you touch me.
Love for you disturbs the quietude.
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