Sign Language

A love poem.

Sign Language 

I need to hear the tales your hands have to tell�"
the gentlest ones�"the story of the rock and the stream
for example: those two lovers they said would
never make it�"the one was too rugged and 

the other ran too fast. In the version of your hands
however, they remained together for centuries�"
until the one rubbed smooth and the other stayed still.

In each of your fingers is a fable of turtles and lilies�"
documents of water and it’s crystal secrets; 
birds in the night, feather to feather, hiding from the wind
�"and those nightmares that would destroy them�"

were it not for that branch they faithfully share.