Silence is deadly
When words to be spoken
Are held back
Like guilty innocence.
Dreams of memories
Are all she holds on to
Words not to be spoken
Are heard with clarity.
She picks up her guitar
To say, to speak, to sing
Strumming with movement
Her body sways with the wind.
Beauty and lust        
Glowing off her smooth skin,
Her eyes meet his         
She is dreaming again.