Show me the language between body and soul--
How they weave and mend in transparent counsel.
Show me, the abbreviations, the complexity, the conversation
The intimate exchange...
He kisses me in cadences, a silent tempo I follow. He is a soft steady bass drum carrying our beat, our pulses in sync. I bear the melody, a swinging song of heart and strength and together we make some of the sweetest music.
I can sing in tongues, you know. Conversing by the mouth, carrying messages of devotion into him, and he speaks the same tangled vocations, speaking the same understandings back to me. Lips meeting, moving, pulling--lines crossing barriers braking--
Pausing only so our eyes can linger deciding where the tempo will lead next.
Will it speed up, more of a ravenous
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