It pleases me when you’re quiet.
Intuition discovers ties
that vibrate even when so far
away, you cannot hear my cries.
When you still, deceive my eyes,
the seconds crawl, and yet time flies.
All my careful balance capsized
as senses pierce this calm disguise.
What mysteries in your disquiet,
like a constellated star!
Your loving smile ever my prize
anticipated from afar.
You’re still. I must consult my heart.
You hide behind that silenced part.
I’m drawn to you, a helpless guise,
enchanted by your serene art.
When you do not speak, reliant
on the blaze that fires our hearts,
we kiss without a touch, a triumph
over which mere words depart.
I’m pleased when you are lying
calm and tranquil, holding night.
Illuminated by the dark
a single touch can quell my fright.
My attempt at a quatrain response to Pablo Neruda’s poem Me gustas cuando callas for today’s Imaginary Garden with Real Toads prompt and a very quiet foggy lake this morning.