Saturday, October 24, 2009

Language

I want to get lost in your language
Dialect of sacred, secret words
Tattooed on dancing tongues
I want to rename every inch of your anatomy
Creating the opening to our love story
You’re such a cunning linguist
Even your fingers tell a tale
As they leave trails down my thighs
Sips of air and sighs
Whispered names
Broken syllables
And feelings that defy words
When the only language was that
Of gods and angels
Do you think Eve spoke to Adam
The way we speak to each other