Lovespeak (Poetry)

27th August 2017
I do not know the true
language of love
I am stuck for fluency
I catch the odd phrase
like a snowball in mid-air
and it melts its soft voice
leaving me with an impression
I cannot swear to

I wish it were as easy
as breathing
melodic accents
falling from my tongue
without a thought for
rightness or possible implications

Oh for spontaneous romantic
expressions that thrill —
wrap the moment in words
and write bold statements
across the sky

Had I the skill
I’d learn that rare vocabulary
roll in its rhythms
master its adorable grammar
and speak nothing else