Warm Intuitions: When Apart, Let Me In

The first language you learn is love
It’s there in your mother’s eyes and even when you cannot understand her whispers
Her eyes say it all
But you and I learnt at different bosoms

The love I speak makes no sense to you.
You say “slow down”
“Repeat yourself, I do not understand”

But how else can I ask you to let me in?
Perhaps I should practice
Maybe I’m not as fluent as I think

So tonight after you leave me, I will be undone. My body will shiver from the emptiness but like I have and as always will,
I’ll hold myself because only I can hold my hands when it trembles.

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