What about silence?

Silence speaks all,
through words
              breathlessness
              winds on a seashore.


Silence devours us like we eat our souls with noises from our heads.


Silence is a fort between two people,
two inches away from each other.


Silence is when eyebrows touch another's arm
and he then drifts to a wandering sleep.


Silence is when you count the fan blades and corners of your room
at three in the morning.


Silence is when you listen to loves for an afternoon
without emitting smokes of lost selves.


Silence is when you two talk for eternity in new found warmth
and suddenly your eyes are met by the first bright yellow rays.


Silence often talks through eyes 
after a night of love and weariness with people untravelled.


Silence never argues, and accepts.


Words clothe me in a manufactured self. Silence bares me all.


Nothing.