By the shushing tide,
We hold hands - arms tied.
We whisper,
In the thundering wind,
Trying to make English
The language of love
Again.
(Like, Romeo and Juliet,
Did with Old English,
In 1595.)
Our heart may be a
jukebox,
But its beat is in our
hand.
We can feel it,
& it makes us smile
When we can.
And,
It makes her eyes shine
As we walk the shoreline,
And that’s all that matters
To her man.
That is communication.
May 22.2017