Concise Articulation
I am not the one who has
ropes.
Snares,
Poison tipped arrows and
nets
Are not found in my
armoury.
I have no quick feet,
No silver tongue
It is pink and heavy with
Laden with
Words.
They press against my
teeth
And threaten to choke
Or burst forth in an
emancipation
Of my feelings
Through my mouth.
Precious speech I have,
but
I am clumsy
Fumbling
Foolish with it,
Unwilling to say to you
what I can say
In three languages.
Body language.
Body language.
Body language.
One.
Two.
Three.
This (I hope, I pray, I
wish)
You understand
Can translate it into so
many
Verbs, adjectives, nouns,
pronouns.
Or just three words
I
Want
You.
Three more
I
Need
You.
Last three
Hot
For
You.
Oh, for my body’s concise
articulation.
