Speak, Love

I speak words,

often of meanings that betray the immediacy of their intent

often of times when my present circumstance cannot conceive

often of days and moments not lived

often of values not formed.

I speak words,

words to inspire and enlighten

words to direct and command

words to coerce and negotiate

words to save and transform

I speak words,

to you as the tips of my fingers carve a path along the curves of your neck

to you as the bumps on your arms rise in anticipation of an unknown duty

to you as your heartbeat evolves in rhythm with mine

to you as your face is filled with mine.

I speak words,

words like i love you.