I don't speak any japanese. But his voice made me want to, not one word in japanese but kanji threatened to flicker across my lips into my fingers and scribble calligraphy.
Absurd as it was I no longer carried pieces of paper to write poetry
I merely mumbled words in spanish and counted syllables with the utmost delicacy.
You are beautiful;
How many languages may I say that in?
Will it translate as well as your skin.
Making my mouth water counting the strands of your jet black hair. Eyes lit like the moon and obsidian as rock. Or maybe are you vietnamese? Words cluck from your tongue as harmonious as your english.
Please.
Don't stop talking because in a world with too little words and too much text I can't bear any more silence.
Speak; foreign tongues.
Spanish or asian.
Brown or white as porcelain.
Its another quiet longing I won't fulfill.
In spite of myself.
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