Secret Language

Every part of you is a secret language.
Eye, mouth, chin,
shoulder, elbow, hand
all speak,
all sing.
Together, you are a symphony.

Imagine what your hips would say
to those who will learn
and listen.

The first line of this is from a Rumi poem called Having Nothing” and translated by Coleman Barks. It needs work, but I like the idea of where this might go.

Speaking in Tongues

Do you remember when we spoke
in the language of gods
in the old tongue
tender and true?
 
Whisper to me, again,
of your days and nights
of fruit ripening in the sun.
Tell me the secrets of the stars
 
Hold me in your song,
swing me on a promise,
remind me once more, how to hope