Words taking flight
On a trip, traveling up my throat
Flitting across my tongue
And playing at the tip
Where they brush past my lips
But what happens
When there are no words?
A different form of communication
Evolves without trying.
Your lips on mine-
The pressure, lingering, intensity
All signs that show me
What you want, need, desire.
secret code, no-
A secret passed
From one pair of lips to another
A conversation that lasts a lifetime.
This language is our own.
4 thoughts on “The Way We Talk”
Clever my Dear
glad to see you back at it
Beautiful! I have missed your poems.
This is the silence that is golden. Thanx for visiting my blog. And have a wonderful day.