your hands speak a language
only my body can interpret,
writing mystical glyphs on my skin
inscribing poetry on the curves of me.
I know these secret tongues
raised in silent communication,
tracing messages on flesh
swirling signs and symbols
with intimacy.
I translate the subtle tales
told with your quill
pressed to my parchment
and I tremble in anticipation
of its conclusion
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensual-scripts-a-poet-makes-love/
