Through the tongue we could never kiss
so with our eyes, our lips
we left no emotions stranded
to be missed
This way we showed our love
I knew not the word in French
nor could you explain your heart in proper tense
I spoke through a smile lense
and dented flower ruffled grins
We left translation
for Time to find its end
Cause for then,
tenderness was a way to speak
through all facets of movements
we danced wholehearted
without a leak
And in silence of the night
where words are so used to being
they were replaced
by the bodies natural way of singing.
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