your hands speak a language <br />only my body can interpret, <br />writing mystical glyphs on my skin <br />inscribing poetry on the curves of me. <br /> <br />I know these secret tongues <br />raised in silent communication, <br />tracing messages on flesh <br />swirling signs and symbols <br />with intimacy. <br /> <br />I translate the subtle tales <br />told with your quill <br />pressed to my parchment <br />and I tremble in anticipation <br />of its conclusion<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensual-scripts-a-poet-makes-love/
