Reverie Prompt:

In your experience does a romance language such as French do a “great service” by being a “passionate language” that has not wanted to preserve a neuter gender, but rather multiplies occasions for choosing/coupling? 

What is a great service of language?

Words ornamented to hang on the body

as they spill from a tongue?

There is no language to describe a body

in now now now.

We speak only the echos of words

lost in translation from the intake

of breath, construction of thought,

then exhale.

What is language without the body?

Where do the words fall if not on the flesh?

The sensation of the senses

come alive from what surrounds us.

I feel the language as it penetrates

even if I don’t understand.

A body understands the vibrations of earth

more than that of machines

though I once mistook the crash of construction

for an earthquake.