Mine

Beneath the Words


Actions speak through infusion —

a returned glance,

the closure of embrace,

caressing paths
given depth by fingertips,

a press of the lips
and the intimate warmth
from the tongue’s touch.

Writ in wordless language,
I hold you — 
you hold me,
and together we speak
much louder than words.


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