Silence knows not these eyes.  They
speak volumes
in every glance,
in each unblinking stare
punctuated with a tail’s twitch.

Your voice only
I know.
Understand.
Hear fully.

What desires fly in waning light
are incomprehensible to
all but the me of your life,
the I of our bond,
and
the we of this love.

Speak nothing and
still I know what you think.
Look yon and
still I feel your thoughts
as though
cut upon my flesh
with predator’s claws.

No other can know.
What?
Precisely.

[Grendel]