Love language

 

What is your love language?

Mine speaks in tongues,

it sings and it roars,

it slows and calms, when it is

holding on to a moonbeam.

It longs to feel comfort

in the closeness of a breath,

a spoken word held in the air

before blowing away in the

electric atmosphere.

 

My language is closeness

and shared experiences.

It is the whispered daydream

that flows between two awakened

hearts beating in rhythm.

My language speaks in song.

It rhymes in the chiming air

and longs for you to share

the weird that it sees as ordinary.

 

My language is time,

it is shared highlights,

beamed onto the moon,

for us to watch back

like a movie playthrough.

My language is song,

it is hearing your words singing along,

when our closeness

makes the earth turn.

It is warmth. The burning

of the sun. It is lightness,

the moon on a dark night,

but it is also shadows

where we hold each other tight.

 

My language is

in the worlds we can create,

and the stories that circumnavigate,

it is the unique in a sea of normalcy,

it is a quirky beat played out of key,

an orchestra just out of sync,

but it is whole and true,

and it plays on for you and me.