I want to discuss with you,
An old language
I learnt from the darkness
When the winds stopped
And the birds ceased their chirping
I'll warn you though
We must be quiet
Less than library voices
Less than hushed whispers
Less than quiet murmurs,
We must be only as loud
As our heartbeats
Echoing in our ears
Pulsing through our bodies
As our lips melt together
And our hands
Our souls
Entangle
Gasping for air
Rhythmic
In our not so rhythmic
Frolic,
Tell me then,
Isn't this language
This passionate silence
Better
Than any other sounds
Than any other exchange?
And only we will forever share
In it's intricacy...
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