communion

we sit in silence.
the breeze tossles our hair and we smile.
secretly, as if fostering a forbidden love.
we talk in hidden tones, pulling on heart-strings.
it's our evening ritual.
supper splashed together with spoon and spice, consumed in quietness,
dessert eaten in feverish frenzy as if the world were to end.
fellowship with young friends, lives emptied into baskets and hung out to dry
we cry together.
and sit in silence. mourning the darkness.
then, the breeze blows
and we smile.