My love refuses to learn any language
afraid to lose itself in the verbosity of words
content to be spoken of by eyes, by hands
lingering in the pauses between non-verbal sentences
thriving in the syncopation of our heartbeats
in the cacophony of voices clamouring to be heard
with opinions overriding simple statements
words have lost meaning, and
since no one has learnt to hear yet
my love refuses to learn any language
words are smokescreens to hide behind
often camouflaging the ordinary truth
but love is just love;
unwavering and commited, it is
afraid to lose itself in the verbosity of words
love need not be shouted nor whispered
it flows like a river
all-encompassing, all-embracing
love speaks not
content to be spoken of by eyes, by hands
why define love with a fistful of words
why measure the breaths of love’s life
it blossoms in silence
growing in the sunshine of secret smiles and
lingering in the pauses between non-verbal sentences
no pledges, no promises, nor vows
can elucidate what is just felt
the language of our bodies, our minds
your eyes, my curls and our lips
thriving in the syncopation of heartbeats.
Written for dVerse MTB Thursday. Our host, Laura has challenged us to write a cascade.