When words aren't enough

Written with the help of LobodeSanPedro



Words meandering drunkenly around us  
falling in and out of context  
brushing up against meaning  
stumbling into passion  
poignancy a forgotten wish  
blushing she says she loves me.  
But verbose as I may be  
it's my tactile bliss  
my lover's kiss  
that spells my love more surely  
than anything uttered by lips.  

blown dandelion  
vespers carried on your breath  
what new flowers bloom  

No verbal kiss feels quite like this  
and you can't taste the passion of a love letter  
or feel it breathe
it's warmth upon your chest or neck,  
holding your arms as you take that kiss.  

my skin your parchment so script the tale with every flicker of your lips  

Nor smell that sweet perfume.  
It's love and lust.  
The beginning of trust.  
But it's never so real without you here.  
So I'll end this laborious love letter.  
Silence my spoken words.  
Kiss your lips.  
Embrace my this.  
And see you when you come back home.  

cruel blindness
entombs who I am
teach me Braille