we speak the same language

our minds are our bodies.
when we lay together,
i shift my thoughts
from words to movement,
searching for a comfortable space
in your silence
to place my hands
along the contours of conversation.

this is sacred.

give me one reason
to fight for hunger
when words are fruit
and your sentences
fit my soul like skin;
when there is substance
in patience.

we are lovers of a different kind.
when we sleep together,
sheet music covers our bed
and i dream of songs
that escape me, softly,
in the morning.

your mind moves
like an instrument.
i welcome the chords
willingly and peacefully.