What's Our language of Love?
It's in the way your eyes pass over me
from a distance,
the way they consume me,
flood me,
the way they narrow in passion.
It's in the way you touch me
how your fingers caress me,
softly, slowly
it's the way tenderness emits,
like divine light entrapped.
I am in your possession.
No words spoken.
When your lips touch mine,
soft and moist
with delicate protection,
and your arms surround my being
holding, firmly
there's the unspoken Language
that only you and I interpret.
And just to lie together,
in warmth
in love,
with no words spoken,
that is the language of our love.