we chat with other friends
our bodies speak for us
a dialogue we understand:
the foot that brushes a calf;
conversation through our hips;
a guiding hand on your arm
rests longer than needed;
each open wrist an invitation;
smiles encourage hope;
concerned stares extend.
Other conversations continue.
We cannot hear each other
over the raucous noise.
Our attention is directed
elsewhere but this silence
whispers slowly of desire.
posted by idlechatter @ 8:38 PM
