We **** to understand each other.
your brooding silence
my mix-matched, symbolic language
the heat of your eyelashes and the weight of your smile
my fractured, silken curves and the reminiscent scent of the afternoon on our skin
the secrets hidden behind your teeth
the way your hands change with your personality
the reason my lips feel different when you smile
when I’m tired; when your eyes are slits and mine are open; when your memories are deeper than mine

We **** to get to know each other,
to feel safe when you drive fast
and to feel scared when you don’t.

We **** to feel something:
passion
love
sadness
hope
warmth

We **** to get rid of the sour taste that lingers on our tongues
simply because we don’t understand each other.

We **** because we shouldn’t.
Because no is more tempting than yes.
Because what I want
is not what I express.

We **** without speaking
Because ******* is a language,
Because the secrets hidden behind your teeth and in my smile and in my hips
are not secrets we are willing to speak.

We are alive.
We are human.
But we are alone.