The Language of Touch

I crave touch and gentle intimacy
more than words
because you can break promises and lie to my face,
but when you hold me I can feel the unspoken words on my skin
and your actions scream louder than a stadium full of fans.

I try to trace my feelings out for you, too,

but not everyone is fluent
in the language of touch.

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