Dana Gioia poem about love: "Marriage of Many Years" – (poetry video)



when you're married your spouse and you gradually develop a private language and it becomes the most intimate form of communication you'll ever experience most of what happens happens beyond words the lexicon of lip and fingertips defies translation into common speech I recognize the musk of your dark hair it always thrills me though I can't describe it my finger on your thigh does not touch skin it touches your skin warming to my touch you our language I have learned by heart this intimate patois will vanish with us it's only native speakers does it matter our tribal chants our dances round the fire performed the sorcery we most required they bound us in a spell time could not break but the young bought their ecstasy we keep our tribe of two in solemn secrecy what must be lost was never lost on us

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