Words

Her body ached
to be touched
by ink-stained fingers
that knew the
meter and rhythm
of her words.

Her breast swelled
to be caressed
by soft-spoken vows
and well-worn clichés
too exquisite
to be denied.

Her eyes spoke
of immense depths
and profound riddles
unraveled inch by inch under
the intensity
of his gaze.

— Joesyl Banogbanog