Our tongues are dancing muscles
sprinkled with the magic dust of languages,

as if before birth we’re treated
on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents

where we select how our mouths will circle and arch
to utter each twisted word’s lyrical march, but

pause and place your vein-hand
in the middle of your breasts, there,

there is a polyglot organ,
tapping ceaseless da-dum, da-dum,

tasting the kindness in a stranger’s smile,
touching the tendrils of love’s blurry profile.

There is where we learn,

our tongues may be the dancing muscles
sprinkled with the magic dust of languages,

but our hearts are our postal code stamps
proving this big, big world is our residence.

04.19.2019
©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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For dVerse Open Link Night #241

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  1. And yet again the writer in me exclaims, “Why didn’t I think of this?”
    Your poems, my dearest poetess, are like an opportunity missed for a lot of other writers and poets.
    “Tongues as dancing muscles, sprinkled with the magic dust of languages.” My Goodness! How How? Your imagination and visualization is reaching another level, my Rosiee naa.
    Hearts are indeed the postal stamps. This is incredible. I am again thinking why could I come up with something like this. Soooooper proudest of you

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    1. awwww. my writing heart is swelling with happiness now, my dearest artist! ❤ i am in bliss that the muse has returned now. bugging me with these lines it the most inconvenient places. haha. thank you, my beloved. it is my joy to write lines that make you proud of me. ❤

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  2. absolutely delightful poem, yes our tongues are dancing prancing muscles but our heart beat is what allows us to live, breathe, eat, talk, listen and love … very skilful writing 🙂

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  3. Very fun analogies. Ah the heart gets so much credit — a bit, enduring muscle of its own kind. The tongue (we say in Oriental Medicine) is the only naked muscle in the body — it shows us often what is really in the heart.

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  4. I had to read this one aloud and enjoyed the feeling of the words in my mouth, I especially love the lines:
    ‘Our tongues are dancing muscles
    sprinkled with the magic dust of languages’
    and
    ‘there is a polyglot organ,
    tapping ceaseless da-dum, da-dum,
    tasting the kindness in a stranger’s smile,
    touching the tendrils of love’s blurry profile’ –
    I love the rhymes here!

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