Isn’t it funny how
you speak to me the most
when your lips are silent.

Isn’t it funny how
your eyes can recite the soliloquies
of your soul.

Your communication does not need to be audible
for it to be understood.

Your words don’t need to be spoken
for me to fathom your intentions.

The creases at the corners of your lips,
the 3 freckles on your left cheek,
the birthmark 6 inches below your right ear,
the turquoise hue from the web of veins at your wrists,
the plush ivory that is your skin;
all serenade me with the sweetest melodies and
mesmerize me with the most eloquent prose.

So please be quiet a little longer,
and let your body speak.

*June 2012