Literature
absences of english ..
i punched out a message
Morse code along the frame of your shoulder blade,
asking you in taps to turn around and face me,
and the lingo of your body responded in
compliments, giving me full concentration
as we spoke in sign language
averting our eyes, smiles uncertain
hands fumbling together
into knots and unraveling,
revealing our need to feel
each others affections;
to find shapes suitable
enough to express the
deep-seated longing
we kept concealed.
[i myself keep covered with
past broken promises spoken
to my broken self;
stale resentments