Communicate

We recited grass
till the green became
a sign to begin.
A sign to rant all we want.
We broke language
into gibberish till stupid
combos made sense.
And even in silence,
we decode the pin drop
that we created ourselves.
I go first,
then you next,
a kind of intercourse
for meaning,
to birth agreement.
A feast of tongues,
fingers,
gestures,
body language
scents.

LARDO