Don’t Speak

I don’t understand you.

You don’t understand me.

Words don’t connect us.

Separate parts of the world and yet here I sit in yours.

Communication won’t aid my expression.

But what I see makes me feel like I could live on sight.

Could we thrive on imagery?

I’ll show you how to touch every part of me.

With no use for speaking your mouth is available for exploration.

Map me.

In French bliss of all the romance ever written in this place.

Don’t introduce yourself.

Outside of here I don’t exist.

A fantasy to serve you through future shifts.

Will you wait on me?

Look at me.

You shy at my elegance.

A confidence delveloped through the illusion of American progress.

You like that though.

A difference to another level.

Feel what you can’t say.

Merci baby.