Let us not say
the word
for once it is spoken
it cannot be
unheard
instead
feel it
on my skin
as morse code under feathered touch
dots, stray dashes and such
hear it
in dawn sighs
and half dream whispers
that mesmerize
taste it
in a collapsed soufflé
that with excruciating attention
brought laughter to our day
smell it
as the morning scent of jasmine flower
missed by sleeping neighbours
we rejoice our private, shared hour
and see it
when our eyes meet and gently hold
in blink free wonder
that word
is told
