"Small Talk"

[goldenrod]

Two sat in silence,
with much being said.
Using soft sighs, low murmurs,
slight movement of heads.

A language encoded,
but well recognized
from repeated experience,
by four loving eyes.

Conversation so subtle,
complete, nuance rich.
Flowing gently forward,
at an inaudible pitch.

Two enraptured familiars,
in their own little world.
No need a translation,
of one, unspoken word!

Full pregnant the evening,
with all, having been said.
Then, on an unseen mute signal,
as one...off to bed!

[heinzs]

Sometimes more can be said with the eyes than ever with the mouth...

[goldenrod]

This poem goes back a little way into the past. I was trying for a different way to express age old emotions and feelings. Not quite sure how successful I was!