you created a language for me,
soft sounds
and before my lessons were over
I spoke for you…
to you…
whispers softly gesticulating in you
a conversation unheard,
full of words
ain’t nothing like it

I try to remember you
and the language
rolls around on my tongue
the taste of your words
words, that can’t
be held forever
but that never fade,
blanketed memories of
a conversation linger
as warm as inside your
ain’t nothing like it

I wake knowing
there is no conversation
into the wind I speak
for you
to you
remembering the language
in distant echoes
of you
wrapping around me in song
a warmth that holds
my heated monologue
and, baby,
ain’t nothing like you


2 thoughts on “ain’t nothing like it (asaguymustknowtosay)

  1. Don says:

    Good stuff, really good stuff. I love your poetry, the way you express yourself is a lost art.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eabmarshall says:

      Thank you!


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