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
And escape.
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.
A secret code, no-
A secret passed
From one pair of lips to another
A conversation that lasts a lifetime.
This language is our own.