you speak in silence. i listen. agreeing with your every unspoken thought. i stroke ur essence question its depth in mathematics with my hand it answers back eagerly teaching me how to calculate L= W x H i now understandi hunger to learn your language your native tongue speaks only bush on cue you awaken my translator who stutters upon your every word. you quiz me on philosophy as I write sonnets on your anatomy we study science together creating a lethal aphrodisiac mixi teach you history in sign language how past souls declared independence thru touchwe gyrate to ancestral drums while connecting to a tribal beat evoking spirits of lovers long passed your breathing melodious quickens mine plays twin. I love the art of this kind of conversation. Especially how it begins. -Sudani, Writer August 2005 (c)
The art of this type of conversation is an artform I have lost long ago and am only reclaiming now!! Since I never post to my own, I'd at least like to add and contribute to something.
@ mecrazyme Thanks darling! lol Those are fun!! Great idea! Did you peep your name on my SHOUT OUT crawl... I gotta add you on roll call... ta ta for now.
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The art of this type of conversation is an artform I have lost long ago and am only reclaiming now!! Since I never post to my own, I'd at least like to add and contribute to something.