Out of Words
She said.
Getting a last one in…lost for nowt
with the effrontery and nerve
of two-timing Libran-talk,
The hussy.
When does language gobbledygook run out,
become meaningless and stop?
Supplanted into body-speke via eyes, expressions,
hand, stance and eyebrow shifts,
sacral herumphs and snorts
- silences, absences, imagery,
to song, hymns and chants
or evolving to otherworldly telepathies, senses and intuition?
The answer is in the ethers, girl!
In the spaces inbetween!
May