I like the way our fingers
Keep each other warm
The way they huddle together
Into clasp as one; we walk closer
Entwined together, we're alone in the crowd
We're in a concert of Languages where
We danced in Hieroglyphs, sang in Gaelic
Prayed in Sanskrit
Loved in French
Yet not a word was said, not a finger moved
We kiss in every dialect
The tip of our tongues
Do a Tango on our palates
Te amo to I love you
We've covered all bases
Every syllable we speak
Leaving us breathless
Hey Bailey
Tonight we're synonyms
One in romance
