If I

If I were to speak from this inner silence voice-talk,
what would I say?
Would the mountains burst open at the sound?
Would the moon melt like dripping milk
down the chalky cascade of night's sky?
If I were to touch you with the rich love
I've tasted in the silky silence
would it burn your skin?
Would it infect you with longing,
driving you to dance in this love-madness
with me?