Love as a Second Language
Love's Lingua Franca
When ignorance of geography
Resorts to the one true tongue
Love stakes a land of itself
A different realm
A different culture
A unique phrasing of exotic linguistics
And quixotic phonics
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Nuances said indirectly
For you with ears to hear it
Can be heard misdirectly
Indiscriminate
Tripping the wires that puppeteer our dance
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Feckless or reckless
Constrained by my nature
And foreign nurture
In love with your inner phonetics
Resounding with your beauty contradicting Love's harsh fricatives
Constricting its voice
My sentiment's friction, passing through, as heat kindles
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Shhh, feel my sounds
Sleep with hers and his
Hear surely, these sibilants
Find safe home
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You stop my air, my chest depletes
Till sudden release through the eye of the needle
That mends us together from Clotho's spindle
And affricates devolve into gasps
***
Change won't quiver your voicestrings
Like joy does my heartstrings
Just jump at the chance
To cherish me smoothly
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Phonemes are pheromones
And morphemes, morphine
Joined together digraphically
Our statement goes
Without saying
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
Make me rich! https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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