unspoken language

As the Venetian
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
like light.

There are no nouns
for what we call
'it'
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -

the
unspoken language
caught between our lips.

As it happens
I am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and

somewhere
between my tongue and
your lower lip
'it' lingers.