Eulogy for a Language - Part I: Genesis - There was Evening and there was Morning

A language and its culture grow together.

(Part I) Genesis



Ours

was a language of lips and of legs, smooth

punctuated by bedsheets

bellybuttons pressed tightly under night

skin seeking fusion

telling songs of how long we'd waited,

what we'd wanted,

hadn't spoken

for so long

Answering silently NOW

to foreign questions like, "why oh why didnt we ..."

We were suddenly fluent

in the present tense

sheltered alone together

under our own covers

exploring the grammar of looks and of touches

in a common native tongue