sipping his words <br /> as minutes slur <br /> into centuries, <br />silence shifts <br /> like sand <br />settling comfortably <br /> in my bones <br />holding me down <br />holding me still <br /> until I almost forget <br /> to not <br />understand. <br /> I almost forget <br />we are supposed <br /> to be enemies.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/008-reading-rumi/
