Poetry Poems: Language of a Kiss
The languages we speak
The many tongues from many colors
May be foreign
May be strange
May be incomprehensible
When we really communicate
It’s the soul which weaves the magic
These feelings don’t lie
They personify the truth
The living being in you is mesmerized
For this recognition is immense, powerful real
Speaks a thousand languages and more
Communicates in energetic waves
We perceive sparking from these eyes
Dancing pirouette with butterflies
The strangest thing is not your color, language or creed
It’s my need
To communicate with my lips
The reality of what’s happening
With this one
Kiss
