it’s so hard just seeing you
now that we can’t even touch
and I wish I could explain to you
but words are not worth much
‘cause this truth is not for telling
nouns and verbs all strung together
no, it’s not the kind for spelling
not the kind to put in letters
it’s a rhythm in my tongue
and the dance of fingertips
and the language of my eyes
when your kiss is on my lips
when you feel it then you’ll know
in the language of the soul
when I write upon your body
then our love can break the code