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IC Spit That! Pass Around Poem Number 2

If 90% of the human language is non-verbal,

you can speak life into someone, just as easy as you can speak death.

Or maybe no words will ever be as telling as your breath on my neck,

and my neck, your breath is the only way 

we can really connect, so don't feel the need to disrespect

I'll try to speak to you in that 10% verbal

language but don't take it the wrong way if I just want to feel your breath.

Knowing you can say more with that monosyllable sigh than with any word your 4th grade teacher quizzed you on.

I wanna hear the clicking of your tongue and see the infinite flapping of all the others form a language my eyes can speak.

If 90% of the human language is nonverbal, 

I'd love you in ways that temporary-paralysis becomes the ultimate sign of affection.

Your body language would speak the truth our words always hide.

Please don't speak with a forked tongue,

show me you're honest.

Is it in your hum as you sweep the floor

like a blistered field work song.

We sing from our heart with words of blood,

hollow veins pulse.

Stop, feel the wind brush the hairs stand up on your arms. Thump.

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Poetry Prompt #2

My third grade teacher taught us that there's a difference between being able to define a word and being able to teach the meaning of the word to someone else who has never seen, heard, or spoken it before. Open a dictionary to a random page, choose a word, and redefine it. 

(Also, while you're at it, promise me you'll always have a dictionary.)