Broken Silence

"There is no death - no death, but only change
And innovation; what men call birth
is but a different new beginning; death
is but to cease to be the same"

You broke the silence.

And we went on like this
lying naked under your sheets,
my head rested gently on your leg.

You reading "Metamorphoses" and me reading
selected poems by Gordon Downie.

Breaking the silence every now and then
to read aloud the words we thought were beautiful.