You don't have to know the words,
I can sail to and discover you
without them because all you encompass
is the only compass I truly need.

All the maps and stars,
all the navigated roads
will play the chords to fill
us with secret timbres.

I can hold you closer and press against
the places far beyond skin,
where your body becomes more to me,
symbols and fragments plucked
from the dialects we have sewn together,
mythologies told to explain what's beyond our grasp.

Your skin carries premonitions beneath,
knowledge of the second I'll reach you,
and all the tears that seep from your eyes
to form oceans will turn into vapors.

You don't have to know the words,
our longing can speak volumes,
the fragile fluttering of your heart near mine
will be the compass guiding me to soothe you.

Showing us when to leave words behind,
where we're more than just needful skin,
where love made is beyond just billions of
cells merging and gliding together,
beyond what we can coil
languages and mythologies around.

Because your body and all the light
it contains carries mysterious premonitions,
floods of images and sensations that
will turn into vapors when I come to you,
there's no need to hold them inside now.

You don't need to know the words,
we can be the compass guiding
one another past symbols.

Where we're all chords striking the night,
all the perfumed mists and flowers,
all the lights climbing
to fill us with secret timbres.