a poem a day for a year # 144

I find the quiet between us to be loud
I stick my fingers in my ears and move them about
at the bottom of my soul there is a melody 
a perfect song that 
makes the people buckle at the knee
raise up their hands
fingertips flare
swing hips
and shout about love
I just can't remember it tonight
it sounds like silence when I open my mouth
I just don't hear it
when I part my lips