His Language
He speaks his language with a soft tongue and voiceHis alphabet undecipherable
Yet nothing guttural gutters forth to my ear-
No words I cannot bear appear
Mere smooth symmetries escape his lips
That draw me nearer to hear his unknown words
As he holds my hand over his heart
As he meanders with me.
I speak my words with a new array
Each one flows in a heartbeat-
What can I say?
This new language of ours is stunning me
To an unknown place and peace in my time-
It never needs to rhyme or reason
As it murmurs us into each part of the other
His language is not understandable to me
Yet I translate every word he says.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2009-07-11 at 03:13




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