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Ia Literary Journal
F*** ME WITH YOUR WORDS
By Haleigh Hook
Pardon my French but
I’d like you to speak French to me
or Portuguese
Spanish, Romanian, Italian
Forget body language,
I want real language
I want to feel your breath brush my hair behind my ear
Wet your lips and then whisper sweet-everythings
Everything and nothing all at once.
I want to feel fireworks in your consonants
your vowels so ennunciated that I can feel them hit my bones
leaving my legs shaking.
Shake the words loose from your chest
Let me tear the seams of lips stitched shut
I’m so sick of the
silence
so
please
indulge me
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