Body Language

If I search the waves of memory

for a subtle reason why, you seem to gallop through my mind

then I must admit, my ship was lost, before she left port

Not to the tempest, nor monsters of the deep, one finds

but to dark, foreboding eyes, a fragrant wrist and sharp retort

Your body language denied, the true weight of cargo, that you brought...

On reflection and from experience, I should have known

From casting off, I set the sails, shot the stars and read our charts

But the way you touched your neck, ultimately steered our course

while I imagined that same touch, would definitely calm, any wild horse

Body language, in any accent, is not solely, the language of willing hearts

On many raging seas, it indicates dangerous signs and uncharted reefs

where lust is shipwrecked and love lost, to dark foreboding eyes, of grief

and sunken, scattered emotions, remain unseen: Wrecked in disbelief 

Your body language simply defied the misery laying covered, not so far beneath!

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

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