Alpha Male

A murmur of silence awakens my thoughts of you, the walk in the park as I observe the fallen leaves desperately clinging to the grass. I long for the moment to put my head on your chest as you sit there reading your book about the language of cranes. The times lived of your youth as an Alpha Dog ,, the urgence of the moment and the intensity of what was too happen next,, the bloodshed , the suffering, your survival and death within arms reach sitting next to you like an invited guest.The hollowness leaves a stark contrast to what you have become.Upon my return from walking I observe Magnolia asleep all the while jetting an eye at her carnirverous bone. Even the wind has taken a pause to rest as its sighs, the room seems colourless as I gaze across the way. Everything seems to have taken a cessation ,a temporary stop,the clocks become silent and oblivious to the hours. I sense your quieteness as you gently turn the pages with hardly a motion of movement. I cherish this listlessness of nonthinking, the incurosity of my mind has been put to rest. The intimacy between us together is such a truism. A smile breaks the serenityof my interior stillness, our eyes meet and recognize an obvious truth of what we feel within this tranquilled force of what we know without a spoken word being said. Alpha Male