By Kasia Gryszcuk
I know I can learn more words
in your body language
tell me with a sudden turn of your neck
with the muscles heavy on your shoulders
how much you want to speak to me
convince me with the warm arguments of your hands
insist with your tight and sweaty stomach
against mine
With fingers, whisper in my hair
I will paint a bedtime story
with the blue of my eyes
locked in yours
and you will fall asleep
to the rocking rhythm of my breath
