how am i supposed to write words down
when words no longer feel real
when everything the heart says
feels like a trickery
of those apathetic words
breathing is my new language
one that has always been
unacknowledged.
the translation, the pitch
the heave, the thrill
the profoundness.
it has it all.
moans like a saxophone
joyful like trumpets
rhymes, like jazz
i play the tune
across your body
each spot I touch
hits a new note
creating new vocabulary.
Life in a blog 
Very nice use of vocabulary. If I still taught I would ask you for permission to share it with a class to enhance their techniques. Well written!
Thanks a lot! Really appreciate the thought 🙂
Sensual!!
Having some fun with words 😉
🙂