another language

she tells me what her lips will allow her

her eyes speak another language

the movements disjointed

the smile strained

too long the journey which has left her lost and without such comforts

it was a hope she had, a dream that could complete her story

just a moment could steal her away from her senses

a glance from afar

a desire in waiting

space a boundary so cruel

what a kiss could take, to take this aching

her elegance is hanging on words 

hanging on thoughts that are well crafted with perfect intent

she seeks something unseen but knows it's form

a sheath to cover her as she lay sleeping, as she lay dreaming

she waits for it to surround her, to hold her still

to enter her mind and to complete what cannot be completed but only by her