Even before a thought leaves my mind
with its open arms
out to grab your mind
and in it, settle
Carrying little of itself
but most of me.
I am supposed to use words
I am supposed to touch
Sing, sometimes.
That is all that i can do to close
Our experiential distance
You will recognize
from how i speak
the words i say
the way my lips quiver
and eyes close
what i mean.
I want you to be my experience
Feel my pulse as i feel my pulse
As a cadential gesture of unison.
But between us there is this huge
valley full of words
That were spoken, that were almost spoken
That are yet to be spoken, That are implicitly spoken
That are translated
Between your experience and mine
My very act of love is a translation.
with its open arms
out to grab your mind
and in it, settle
Carrying little of itself
but most of me.
I am supposed to use words
I am supposed to touch
Sing, sometimes.
That is all that i can do to close
Our experiential distance
You will recognize
from how i speak
the words i say
the way my lips quiver
and eyes close
what i mean.
I want you to be my experience
Feel my pulse as i feel my pulse
As a cadential gesture of unison.
But between us there is this huge
valley full of words
That were spoken, that were almost spoken
That are yet to be spoken, That are implicitly spoken
That are translated
Between your experience and mine
My very act of love is a translation.