there is a language
that has no words
and when it's quiet
i learn its vocabulary with you

there's a structure without tense
in the way we lose ourselves in time
the present quickly becomes past
so what's the use in saying things like
what was, what is, what will be--
we are and we will and our heartbeats
are loud enough to drown out the clock

there's a statement without sound
and a destined kind of dialogue
between your hands and mine
because we shape hopes and fears
born out of our old battle scars--
but intertwined, our hands lose spaces
and suddenly, there's no distance
between your lips and mine

there's a message without medium
and we don't understand
how communication transcends
how nothing is verbalized
lingua francas aside, we are
speaking in this silence

there is a language
that has no words
though it might have a name

i think i'll call it love.