“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother’d in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words’ deceit.”
— William Shakespeare, Comedy of Errors
“… the ideology they are forced (in order to make symbols, hence in order to live) to borrow from the class that dominates them.”
— Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text
I want to speak with you again
to shape my words to your tongue
to be enveloped in the kiss
of your mind then forget
all which has come between
until no space exists to separate
where we are and what we desire
but there are no words so clear
so free so resonate to trace
trembling fingers along our skin
or erase the edges of distance
hesitant and mispronounced
that we can speak into our silence
until we once again fall in love
(September 26, 2015)
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