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A private language

We speak a particular dialect
Once heard and a degree of
Mutual fluency is
Agreed upon,
It insinuates itself
Based upon a primal
Dynamic
Masculine
Feminine
Leader
Follower
Tautological
Covert
Best expressed
Through actions
Prone to silences
Where warm, rough
Hands interpret
The witheld anxiety
Of want and each
Phrase penetrates
Beneath winter coats
Of appropriate behaviour
The pronounciation
Lowers in pitch
Glottal, wet sounds
Verbs drawing
Moisture from
Repetition
Glossolalia
Negotiation
Permission
Here a form of
Haiku
Lyric transforms the
Bruising dialectic

Not a debate,

No, that was won

The first
Time
You
Heard
Me
Speak.

Where even my silences

Insinuate themsleves

To offer wild

Giggling comfort

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