Chapter 8 - A New Language

A New Language 

She slipped into her evening gown, 

she glanced his way 

only to see if he was watching, 

watching the way she smiled, 

hoping he would not look into her eyes 

like he always did, 

she wanted him to see a new language, 

one that landscaped the soul of her image, 

her body, 

yes, she was feeling attracted to him 

attracted to him in a way 

she never felt before, 

she wanted him to embrace her 

embrace her with hands of love, 

his hands, 

she wanted to teach him a new language 

a new language of the body, her body, 

it was now ripe, ready to be with child, 

this beautiful mute woman wanted a baby, 

she wanted the gift of love 

love shared by this mans hands of love. 

© 2010 Arthur Henn