I have never been good with words
they hang heavy on my tongue like clothing lines through tenement windows
but my scars are excellent story tellers and I could talk
to the crinkles around …
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I have never been good with words
they hang heavy on my tongue like clothing lines through tenement windows
but my scars are excellent story tellers and I could talk
to the crinkles around your eyes for centuries
we kiss each other like amulets, use our bodies in place of prophets
I’ve never been good at reading between the lines
but I read your palms and came to the conclusion
that you are every word I could never find
you tell me the freckles across my shoulder blades are like Braille and only the best people can decipher my story
when our fingers intertwine, they speak so fluidly
a little like Spanish, more so French,
the kind of language that comes when two people run out of words for talking
and have to resort to feeling instead
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