Silence was deafening. Tom felt its cold touch, however. He fished out a cigarette to smoke.

"Let's go back to poetry," she suggested, just to break her thoughts and their silence.

"Tell me about it. I'm at a loss."

She introduced him to major poets. Sometimes qouting lines from immortal poems. Then she lectured on rhetorics. "Poetry is to experience. Love is to innocence," she qouted.

"Verna Mata. I've always loved her poems. I even love her. She is one poet I could undertsand without really trying."

"Yes, but she's only an amateur," she commented excitedly. "She doesn't even have an anthology of her poems, yet. But I've heard she is planning on it. I also love some of her poems, especially her poem:Lives. One of my favorites."