Your lipsA Poem by Amy VaughnYour lips move but I cannot hear what you say, a silent communication that I have always failed at being able to compute. “It’s your accent,” I tease " you roll your eyes, and kiss my cheek before your red lips move rapidly, silently, and I poke your stomach as you squirm, trying to make sound emit from the lips I have grown to know so well. You tickle me, and I giggle. “Tell me what you’re saying!” I demand, and try to look serious, though your smirk cannot paint anything but a smile onto my face. Rapid Spanish flies from your mouth, smooth and soft like chocolate you unwrap on Valentine’s day, silky on your tongue. I am lost in your words, unable to understand but loving the beauty of another language surrounding my body and tickling my ears. “I meant in English!” I laugh, kissing your neck, and I poke you one more time. “I love you,” you say. You stare at me, suddenly serious. And you say the words I have never believed until I heard them from your voice. “You are beautiful.” © 2011 Amy VaughnAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2011Last Updated on June 16, 2011 AuthorAmy VaughnNJAboutI am a lover of words, of the emotion that you can evoke from a simple poem or passage. I believe that I am a writer in the fact that I need to write in order to find balance within myself, an inner p.. more..Writing
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