Lovers
are linguists, tongue masters,
expert
translators, patient teachers
and
quick studies--
The
tilt of your head, and the
lines
of your smile say more
than
a Victorian novel.
The
sound of your step on
the
stair brings more repair
than
an explicit manual.
Your
sleepy touch eloquently
speaks
of healing at length,
gentler
and more sure than
a
doctor's dissertation.
The
rhythm of your breathing
is
more sublime than Shelley or a
a
street-corner Beat.
It's
this world of languages, these
polyglots
of passion, all speaking
at
once but drowning out none,
and
under it all, continuous
whispers
of yes.
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