I bend to you

noise

I bend to you
to your unusual gesture
yet so familiar deeds
to those able to read
beyond the simple appearance
of a banal, mundane caress.
And your glance
outlines with a simple touch
the shape of my soul
revealing every shore
and every hidden inlet.
And so my soul is bleeding
and drop after drop
filling your hands
with all the words
left unsaid between us,
with all the absences
the willful reticences,
all the long waits,
all the questioning stares.
And yet  you surprise me
with something always new
unexpected in its simplicity
essential and unforeseen
taking my  fingers in yours
and lifting my mind away
in a renewed elsewhere,
the only place I crave
the only which makes sense.