“Le seul vrai langage au monde est un baiser”
                                                                      –       Alfred de Musset
The curse of the learned mind is reason;
how else can we know, can we truly gain
unless we interview and ascertain
complexities of psyche’s sweet delusion?
Too much.  Too tilting to the grander scales!
Attraction of these elements is light
and only light, original and slight—
what is the weight of souls? Of no avail!
Instead, let interviews slip where they may:
A touch, a stolen moment, entertained;
“Le cœur a ses raisons” and this, enough!
Let bodies lead and lips brush brighter stuff
where stars press ancient paths and moons maintain.

              We are, and speak a language of our own,
              together, at a distance, or alone.