Your Silence Moves Me

Your silence moves me.

Ghostly manners

Behind.

Sheets of white

Outline of bodies tied,

Together

Invisible rope forms

Nooses

Haning us out to

Dry

Crouching below your definition of

Appropriate

Hiding from prying eyes

We should be free to

Dive

Into an abyss of emotions

Caged with rabid tendencies,

Running loose

During inopportune

Times.