Body Language

Body Language

A Poem by MiriamMB

I prefer communicating

through the language of the body

of hands, hips, wet tongues

slowly unlearning

the weighty, twisted vowels of man.

The words our bodies speak to each other,

in the dark quiet or in daylight,

standing or lying down,

clothed or unclothed,

are the truest words there are.

If speaking my mother tongue

makes the crown crumble

from the top of my head,

or makes the diamonds and stars slough off

my heel like old skin,

I don't mind at all.

Dust will always suit me better

than false gold.

© 2013 MiriamMB

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Added on June 22, 2013
Last Updated on June 22, 2013



Denver, CO

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