#sparksinseptember
the French word for tongue is langue
and i let it lounge on my lips like a lover
curl around my heart like a prayer
as i remember -
langue
the language of lovers, the curse of the saints
the tongue, the source of sin
the lie of a liar, the praise of a win
the tongue, la langue
something so strong, it breaks hearts and wills
something so quick, it’s silver, never still
la langue
no longer has the power to devour my words
la langue
no longer caught in a closing throat
la langue
no longer;
my tongue,
i conquer.
a is for afterthought
but what thought came before?
could a thought be fought for,
darling, or is it the sort to walk out the door?
