Speaking in Tongues

You tell me what you want to hear.

I listen.

You tell me to say it.

I cannot obey.

How am I supposed to say anything, let alone the right things, when just the mere thought of you leaves me speechless and out of breath?

You ask if I’m alright.

I say yes, but nothing more.

My breathing is shaky, yet I claim there’s nothing wrong.

Because there is nothing wrong with the butterflies that take wing in my stomach and the shivers that fly up and down my spine when we touch.

I touch your face.

We kiss.

Out lips meet, and our mouths are one as our tongues caress, and all of a sudden it makes perfect sense to me.

I love, and am in love, with you.

Every time we kiss I pray that my lips against yours can speak, in those few seconds, the volumes of love that my heart beats through my body for you.

Every time our tongues connect I pray that, in that brief time, all I need to do to prove myself to you is to keep…