Body Language

Fingertips

caress the bow of my cheek

gliding to soft

chapstick covered lips.

Peppermint flavored to be exact.

Waiting to be tasted

 

Hands

clasped tightly to

its mate

across the way.

Pressed to my forehead.

In a white-knuckled prayer.

 

Arms

raised far,

far above me

curved and elegant.

Providing the perfect balance.

Balance needed for the dance.

 

Spine

positioned ramrod straight

longitudinally identical

to the prime meridian.

All the tension put to work.

Effort to halt at attention.

 

Body language

makes Spanish look dull,

English rare,

Swahili with no complexity,

French minus luster.

Use your eyes and pay attention.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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