Glockenspiel

You speak so sweet in English
To make me understand you
Pausing to find the right words
Every now and then.

You even try in Hindi
But it’s almost too perfect,
Rehearsed so many times in your head
Maybe nine…
Maybe ten…

Before your raspberry lips release the sentence
That will linger in the air
For hours
That I will devour and hang on to forever
Able to recite back to you, I swear,
At any given time.

How your mouth and your tone change
When they shape sugary sounds in Spanish
So familiar to you and yet so distant to me.
And with a rush of irony
I think how they bring us together,
(As they have done, and as they do) and always will
If I have it my way:
And then suddenly you don’t say

Anything:

Like a mallet hitting the keys of a glockenspiel
You make a melody which
We both recognize.
For darling, your laugh is the same
In any language.

Author's Note

I've just set up a new blog and wanted to get some opinions of my writing.