Elucidating Questions

Sometimes I wonder if the silence is better

Not knowing which of the imperfections are real

Maybe it’s better

Try telling that to my poor heart

Beating on for you like a war drum refusing to quit

I wonder what it would be like to hear your voice for me

Are your hands as big as I think they are?

Compared to mine?

I have so many questions

So few answers

What would it be like to have some?

Some answers

It’s so hot out

Would the answers be refreshing?

Just more questions

At least I know I love you