No need to speak
Only rhythm necessary to penetrate
the callused skin of my indifference cocooning my heart
No need for words
Your hips and organic movement speak
volumes and joy seeps into my very being
No need for story-telling
When your gyration and my adoration tell
an elaborate story all their own
Silence No sound needed
Because I can hear your dance
and it's telling me to join
Only rhythm necessary to penetrate
the callused skin of my indifference cocooning my heart
No need for words
Your hips and organic movement speak
volumes and joy seeps into my very being
No need for story-telling
When your gyration and my adoration tell
an elaborate story all their own
Silence No sound needed
Because I can hear your dance
and it's telling me to join