© Words Become Lessons I Will Learn
Mimi Wolske
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I read your text again today.
Your words kiss the boundaries of being,
Scream your soul’s conversation,
Say to me, “I am here”,
Even when you are not.
But, they are only words;
I have heard a surfeit of them,
As well as your breathy vows
And that staccato sotto voce
Declaring in my ear you are mine!
No words carry the same meaning.
You stumbled through my sentences
While someone else lay enjoying
The presence of your heart
And spoke to you in an
Unknown lover’s language.
But I find your words are
A wondrous and rare thing,
So I keep them in a small machine
To remind me they are as mechanical
As the small box that plays them back to me.
No words carry the same meaning.
facta, non verba....
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