Freedom of Speech

Freedom of speech is to reiterate the liberty I feel when I am around you.
Freedom of speech is to reinforce, through verbal communication, that I miss you
rather than the silence of closed lips, concealing every heartfelt thought
that tears away at my heart, unnoticed.

To hear you reply, not only with your words but with the reaction in your eyes,
the openness of your body, to heal this incurable ache.
Through verbal stimulation, only can this freedom be heard through longing ears.
To hear you say the things you keep near and dear to your heart
this universe you keep inside, swirling between your ears.

The orbit of your heart, longing and throbbing with a life of its own.
This freedom of which I speak liberates the soul.
Keeping things inside is otherwise felt in death
the regret of words unsaid, of love left unspoken.

Otherwise, how else would you know the taste of this freedom,
spoken from my lips?
This freedom that echoes loud and clear, that reinforces action
to voice, to live, to love.

This freedom of which I speak
I need you to hear it with closed eyes and an open heart.
To reinforce this love I have for you.
To constantly place pieces of me inside you.
To return to me the same freedom
that I hope to instill in you.