Don't You Know

...don’t you know
that this is too much to tell you about;
too deep, too vast,
too all encompassing.
I have no words!
Me who has too many,
have none sufficient...
They hang on the heart beats
between our thoughts.
The very cells of me,
and the flesh and bone of you, held captive
in the fist of nights unclenching.
Sounds seep out around
the tightly woven fingers of concern.
I can’t decipher or decode,
can’t translate or convert to song.
I only hear and comprehend for us both.