Language of Love

My language of love speaks
In the words I give you
That fall in the tearing tears
Of separation and dissolve
Into nothing

My language of love speaks
In the holding of hands,
The smooth and soft against the rough
Of a storm that’s hard to navigate
In the dark.

My language of love speaks
In the wind
Howling around us lustily
Of longing as it breaks boughs
Caves in roofs

My language of love speaks
In every touch and taste
Every temptation
Of red apples given
By a coiled snake.

My language of love speaks,
Asks much, needs little
Words. Words
Of simple difficult feelings,
Impulsively given.

My language of love speaks
Only to you. Honest,
Simple, clear articulation
Of what you already know
But I still want you to hear.

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