LANGUAGE IS A METAPHOR – Steve Toth
LANGUAGE IS A METAPHOR Language is a metaphor for direct contact I understand your silent eye transmissions & feel the love poems in your touch Make my flesh real let your fingers connect me There’s nothing to stop you from seeing all the way to the bottom of my soul My mind is racing but it can’t run fast enough to catch my heart You’re the source of the quaking in my solar plexis How can I hide the burning from the one from whom I caught it? Your kisses have danger written all over them My heart is roaring or is it your heart? Your love still hits like a head on collision with every day reality Like a prevailing wind you’re still blowing my mind The doors to all my cells fly open inviting you to break my jail & free the very last prisoner How do you know to come when I’ve lost all my petals & I’m only covered with thorns? Even with confusing pain it’s worth certain death to love you Our love is healing us more each day Since you’ve come into my garden all the flowers you pass burst into bloom in your wake ~Steve Toth