like a stranger’s tongue
it feels foreign in my mouth
while lips part and meet again
surprised at the unexpected reunion
the tongue curls and probes,
a friendly wrestle forms words
undulating with a decadent languor
as I float away on the sound
- treacle waves of molten meaning
5 comments:
I've been sitting here trying to think of something appropriate to say in Urdu, but have failed. Now I fail in English.
I like this. It's really good.
I adore foreign languages for this reason. There is something wonderful in pronouncing words that are not my own. I feel as if I become part of the history that created the language - part of a different world.
[journey]
oooh i like this!
to be honest, this particular poem was the reason i linked here, not the u.
=)
And I'm glad you did!
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