by John Grey
(03/03/04)

No Words

If the body spoke,
there'd be this continuous
whisper to scream
and back again.

True, the flesh sweats
to get sound out
and the bones are always
one good thrust from voice,

but there's just noise,
not really speech,
slap here, rut there,
but where's the sense in that.

And the mouth can't translate
because it's busy
tongueing elsewhere.

Inside Story

If I could leave
my penis inside you
I would.

I can just
hear you say,
didn't you forget something.

Or, better yet,
I can see you smiling,
hear you not say it.

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