I hear, I read
Lips, black ink,
Tell me I'm
Precisely this;
Unable to understand
Expression
Unable to connect,
Empathise,
Know myself.
Watch, listen.
Do you see me
Talking in neon?
Painting soundscapes
With my hands?
This body and I
Are sisters.
Often at odds,
Never estranged.
Biblioteca
De la menta.
I am the lexicon
Of body language,
And every silent word
Of animals.
I soak up
grief hiding in your
turn of phrase.
I hold close
Your sorrow
In my breath, my chest,
My attention.
Watch, listen.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC
I hear, I read
Lips, black ink,
Tell me I'm
Precisely this;
Unable to understand
Expression
Unable to connect,
Empathise,
Know myself.
Watch, listen.
Do you see me
Talking in neon?
Painting soundscapes
With my hands?
This body and I
Are sisters.
Often at odds,
Never estranged.
Biblioteca
De la menta.
I am the lexicon
Of body language,
And every silent word
Of animals.
I soak up
grief hiding in your
turn of phrase.
I hold close
Your sorrow
In my breath, my chest,
My attention.
Watch, listen.
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