A Word After a Word After a Word
What is the language of love?
The variety of the words that
Pass from between Lovers’ lips
That gallop through Lovers’ brains
And dance in the non-existent
Gap between Lovers’ forms
Where the night seeps in and
The darkness takes dominance
The starlit, opulent darkness,
It could not be simple sound
Without song nor siren for that
Is too mundane for Lovers’ lips to
Utter, but it is a soft sweet sound
Of a word after a word after a word
In harmony with each other
Filling the chaotic darkened silence
Between the white satin sheets
And I should know, because I heard
And said a word after a word after
A word.
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