Quiver does your heart
When I touch it with my hand
And begin to hear it speak
To me in an unknown language
That only I can understand.
A pained heart does me no good
If it's attached to your fragile being
And I am all but longing
For your heart to be well enough
Again to speak its silence to me,
Though its silence speaks volumes,
Britannica volumes that you've kept
Hushed from me for years.
Our connection faded but it was I
Who made it visible, bearable again.
You've declared me outmoded
But I know I've touched you with love
And thus belong to you now,
My heart, I'd give up freely
For a few spoken words, delectable words.