Sign Language

I dove
into the shuddering horizon blue
of your eyes,
as your pupils dilate in the dark
eager to capture all of me,
taking me in-
taking me

into space,
the great vacuum
once
I remove hearing
from your ear,
you can’t hear me talk
but you can see my lips
move for your attention,
and my tongue
licks the moist air to form
words-

they’re physical
a poet once told me,
now I know what she meant.

There is more than sound,
it’s the way my lips mould
against yours
and the fluidity of our tongues
that directs a
discourse,

my breath against your face
means more than the guttural vibrations
on your eardrums;

how sexy it must be
to have enough silence
to feel my fingertips’ whispers
pushing against your heartbeat-

that’s communication
uninhibited.