Picking an invisible hair from a lapel
With a half smile.
Leaving a hand behind a second longer.
The blatant yet imperceptible nod
Leaning inwards, attentive
Eyes opening wider
Lips parted, moist
The soft, sensual
Semaphore
Of Love.
Isn't just....you are a very talented writer Martin...bringing images to life with so few words...love it...Fi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We could still read the signs there even if the words were inaudible.