Tongues: A Poem on Silenced Love and the Abyss of Desire

 “It is no longer I who expel; ‘I’ is expelled.”

— Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror

Tongues

You dip your blood in my tongue.

My tongue and yours
in the fall of the Earth.

The fall is deep.
They fall asleep.

The blood accumulates
at the bottom of the Earth.
I see our tongues drowning,
screaming for help at the top of their lungs.
Nobody comes.

The Earth keeps on falling
over our drowning tongues.

My lidless eyes finally see you.
You come near me
and allow me to touch you.

I see your lips moving.
They open and close rapidly.

“I love you,” they say.
“I love you tenderly.”

The fall sucks me down.
You are out of my reach.

You took my tongue away,
silencing me.

I cannot respond
when you say you love me.

I wish I could tell you
that I love you too.

The fall is just too deep.
We have hit bottom.

The tongues exhaling at the top of their lungs

There’s only silence now