Crystalline

 
If I remain silent, here and now, it is because
I'm waiting for all the hinges to groan
under your fingers, in the firm turn of your hand!

Dense tears of uncertain flavor running
down the cheeks, like tiger stripes...
without color tone or direction of light... prism!

If I silence the slow tear on your lips
It's to slowly sip your murmurs...
It’s to fall asleep silently next to you!