Some Examples of Silence - Poems by Michael Cope

Our Skin

there it goes, look out
here it comes, feel in
     my finger touching
     your skin

zeno's idea that nothing moves
ignores
     your hand stroking
     my skin

safe in this
warm enclosure
     my warm breath on
     your cheek

this has always been
our destination
     your hair imprinting
     my skin

your body warm
with my body
     my mouth on
     your skin

your eyes half open
are where it hides
     floating sleep in
     our warmth

that which dies
     now alive
          a fine fire
          in our skin