He spoke in a torrid whisper.
I tried to return his advances,
But was just a cunning listhper.
Maybe my accent fell upon
The em-PHAS-is of wrong syl-AB-les,
Or maybe the breath marks confused me
Until I wasn't able
To comprehend any language.
Not a single phrase he uttered
Til he pulled me over and stared at my mouth
And watched me while I stuttered.
But when we were together,
There was never a misunderstanding,
Our bodies talked without a word,
Masters of understatement.
-jenn long
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