Language

Language;
A drop
of water
hangs
from the tap
but never falls.
The sound of
my knuckles
louder than
the sound of
the falling
drop.


Stars weave
a necklace
in the skies.
It breaks;
infinite beads
scattered
on the highway.


Mist drapes
the sky,
We make love
in the haze.
A shiver passes
like ants
rushing towards
their home.
The fog disappears;
We communicate.