Conversations in Silence

We speak in some cryptic code without words
Only flowing emotions exerted by muscles and bones
We speak with touch, replacing "good morning's" with fingers running through strings of curls kissed by the South American sun,
And "how are you's" with hands lightly tracing deep scars that disrupted soft skin throughout the years

We speak sweet nothings,
An inaudible, untranslatable language captured in slight gasps and silent smiles,
In the wrinkle of a forehead or the raise of an eyebrow
And in the creasing of lips turned towards the cloud covered sun.

We tell stories about our loves and lives with our eyes,
The colors trying to lie as light toys with depths perception of the truth,
Infinite shades of greens, grays and blues,
All competing to expose emotions on the tips of tongues,
Too timid to spout aloud.

We reconcile past loves lost and fear for futures forlorn
We love and together we make a love,
Frictionless and filled to the brim with expectations of the unknown.

• B.faye
  @itinerantartist

hi, i'm @itinerantartist !

architect-artist
hyperloop-enthusiast
word-curator

I’m a trained architect and experience designer working with an organization called rLoop on designing technology and implementation of the hyperloop and designing a blockchain-enabled platform for the Future of Work.

Apart from poetry, painting and developing my “Handwritten Reveries” illustrated poetry series, I dance tango, ride my beloved vintage BMW motorcycle everywhere two wheels will take me, and design innovative technologies, products, and platforms as part of a decentralized organization of passionate professionals.

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Steemit: @itinerantartist
Discord: itinerantartist

IG: @itinerantarchitect (its different - architect, not artist!)