Vernacular.

how much talking is enough?

when is efficient sufficient?

your tongue knows the corners of my body yet is confined by an Italian gate.

our only boundary, restrictive to the wisdom of our souls.

we are held, skin on skin. we hold each other oh so close.

our gaze travels through our blood as we search for an honest understanding of all the things unsaid.

eyes locked, energies on drugs, touch electric.

my love manifesto to you, is only but phonetic.