Silence feels warm
Not because you need it
But because it's the only thing
You have allowed yourself to truly own
It is those in-between moments
That first sip
of a temperature-perfect liquid
The way it hits the top of your throat
and reminds you to exhale
just feeling it move
Your tongue pressing
the roof of your mouth
Before the backdrops
Allowing essence to
Slither down your throat
Like you commanded it
But here's the thing
You crave more than command
Because feeling can be peace
the way silence brings peace
and that is what feels warm
Silence is a craving to feel warm