***Please critique- this is just a draft (in other words, far from perfect).***

Quiet

Love hides in bonfires
like a playful spark
waiting to be chased by surprise.

When people meet
and share nervous smiles,
the anxious predator
scares the dancing star
from the heat to the air,
and like a Shakespearean enchantment,
both mortals breathe with
unnoticed excitement.

Once love rests in the lungs
of the ignorant,
it shall never again harbor elsewhere.

Whether or not the soul
can feel the tingle,
and whether or not
it wants to feel the spikes,
love will want no other home.

Love lingers, knowing it is drenched
in beautiful complexities.
It waits through every gesture,
every confusing brush of the hair,
every seductive conversation
of the eyes.

And then one day,
when everything seems like
it was made for another lifetime,
love peers out from human lips
and speaks for the first time in
a thousand languages.
Its music has always
graced the insides
of the sad and the wise,
and now love itself cries to be heard.

How wondrous
that something so quiet
can remind us of our lifelong
friendship with it.

-ajs