The Essence of our Story

The essence of our story is not in the shine of your eyes.
It lies not in the white lies that depart from your black lips.
It sits not in a comfortable lounge chair, waiting seductively.
It smells not of lavender and cherries in the dark.
It is not in the mist of hot water blinding the world's sorrows.
It is not under the hour hand of the clock as it ticks of impatience.
It is not in the chills you send down my spine.
No...
It lies in our screaming souls duplicitous of our quiet bodies.