The Eloquence Of Silence by Eyitemi Egwuenu She said little:when I took her in my arms,on new year’s eve; beneath the canopyof a pear tree. . . Her breath on my face –when I brushed her lips with mine,and told her my heart was hers. . . She said little:gingerly, her right armstole around my neck –her left palm,tenderly on the scar,of the wound she nursed. . . Her body, soft. And warm. Yielded to mine –volcanoes erupted within my frame! She said little: The eloquence of silence was enough. Eyitemi Egwuenu
The Eloquence Of Silence
