speak

Speak to me
in any language that you can.
There is no dictionary
that can translate total silence.

Hold me
in the bandage of your hands.
There is no substitute
for physical presence.

I'm listening
with moth-like ears, this love's mutation,
silently waiting with every power
of translation.

I'm bleeding
from a wound that never heals.
How sweet a blessing, how cruel a curse
to deeply feel.