Sign Language
Our heat melts words
Into silence undulating on the wind.
You trace your finger across my body,
Inscribing messages the gods shall never know,
Your face lit by the candle of the moon.
The room is still. The curtains flap distractedly
At the window. Your skin wraps around me
And we spiral together, twisting into the night,
The shape of a flame swelling on the wind.
A flare scars the sky, then falls away
Like a question consigned to dumbness.
A howl escapes a wolf whispering
In the distance. We lie there for hours, silent, motionless,
Two syllables carved into a single word.
