Braille Body Language

Your lips speak a tongue

Of bon bon deception,

Whispering softly,

“Hard to get."

Lucky for me,

I’m blind and deaf,

And Braille the only brogue

My heart may yet forget.

My fingers are tracing

Your body’s language,

Reading so clearly

Between the lines.

My hands are interpreting

Your body’s posture,

Your turgid neck and shoulders,

Your stalky spine.

Yes, your body is telling me

A different story,

Quite unlike the thin façade

That quivers from your mind’s eye.

“Come and get me,” says your torso,

In a confident, low baritone.

“Start with me, right here,”

Begs your lonesome, sinewy thigh.

-jenn long