Today, I told someone that I love her (in a language she barely understands) in a park, in a slightly shaky voice because I hadn’t thought it out as well as I’d hoped. And she said that she loves me (in a language I have mostly forgotten), in a whisper in my ear. Surely there were other languages around us that day.
(in the bugs that kept crawling over us, between their bug pheromones)
(in the electricity between us, between nerve clusters on the surface and deeper down)
(in the stilted, blushing manner of whoever filed that public indecency charge)