A new language

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

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.

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