Speak to me soft
in a voice so low that I lean in,
and speak to me in idioms
of night. Let’s lose any lens
that condemns. Let’s forget
any tongues that speak in
blades or claws. Speak awe.
Speak yes. Speak song. Translate
my fear into tenderness.
Converse in amber.
Converse in ice melt clear.
Speak quietly. Speak near
in tones that I more feel
than hear. Speak broken.
Speak wing. Let’s mislay our will
to judge. Let us be uncaged, untethered,
let us be light, fluent in warmth
in greening, in spring. And let
us be lighter than that. And lighter.
Speak in nothing. In the morning,
let’s give everything away.
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how thoughtful of you to ask! yes, you may reblog it. thank you.
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Reblogged this on Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances and commented:
I found this wonderful work from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
this morning, please look in on her fine blog https://ahundredfallingveils.com/
An exceptional love poem. Thank you for sharing it.
thank you 🙂
Love that line, speak to me in idioms of night. It makes me want to write down a list of examples.
yeah, I think most of them are not pronounceable … 🙂
“Let’s lose any lens that condemns. Let’s forget any tongues that speak in blades or claws.”
beautifully worded
(sigh)… thank you…
working on it, working on it …