The Way We Talk

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.