Linguistic Flowers

There’s a language unspoken by the tongue

Expressed through its own vibration of unseen frequencies

I hear it;

In my head full of flowers

About you

The life you breathe

The life you drink

The life you feel

Linguistic abrasions embraced by the unknown

A heart beat drumming a lullaby to your sleep

I see my reflection shining in your eyes

Can you see yourself shine in mine?

She hears my semantic prayers as I think to myself

The goddess has risen

A clear wave of redemption

The lost crown; an inaugural kingdom of love

A moon rise breaks apart the dark enveloped sky

I wonder can she feel my language in her bones.

 

 

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