Sixth Place: Rachel Valente

The Knowing

We talk too much.
There are words written on our bones
In a language that we cannot speak
Yet somehow still understand.
Sometimes I see them
Glowing from under your skin,
Lighting your eyes like lanterns.
We talk too much.
Let this silence grow between us like orchids.
Hold my eyes in yours –
This is not romance and yet
It is like a kiss,
A secret,
A clasping of hands.
It is a foggy day
Where the lake and the sky
Blend into each other so perfectly
You are reminded that most barriers are man-made.
We talk too much
And still don’t say enough,
So let us leave our tongues slack in our mouths.
We both know
There are things we don’t know,
But at least let us know
Each other.