Small Things by Johann van der Walt

it’s the small things that count the most
small gears that fit neatly into one another
these parts kick start the biggest of machines

it’s talking without mouths that I remember
the longing sigh we give late at night when
everybody is asleep and we stare at the stars

small things are important and have their place
we stare deeply into each other in embrace
searching every inch until there is nowhere left to go

there is one small thing that becomes a big thing to me
you unwillingly arch your lower body upwards, fists balled
your body pushed off the bed and you stare down at me

your entire body shakes and you lose control
forcing raging floodgates to swing open wide
so I can taste the essence of your soul