Lingual Love Language
In the lover's tongue's
they call them romantic
languages for their own sake
Escucho tu susurro amor
I hear your love whisper
Her Spanish tongue trills,
a lingual click on her
ivory teeth reminiscent of
glossy blanco castanets
Her billowing blouse, a hint
of hiding romance underneath.
Colorful skirt flows, just -
just like her sensuous legs below
Sento il tuo soffio d'amore
I hear your love murmur
Dark-haired Italian woman
arms raised to Tuscan air
fingers together in emphasis
tells of passionate effort
to make herself known to
her lover - il suo amante
Je sens votre amour dans mon coeur
I feel your love in my heart
Young blond from Avignon says
as she sits graciously
at the small table
off the Rue Carnot
fingering her necklace
and looking at, you.
How could you not feel that
love is in the air?
Of course you do...
it's soon to be spring,
isn't it?
love grows - amor crece - amore cresce - amour grandit
© Goode Guy 2013-02-22
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