I should speak, but you are quick to the draw
Your face lighted in ardour crimson blush
Your fingers fold words like origami
Palms open & cup, a letter hangs glued
My hand catches wild roses, unzipping
Our secret signs, never-ending tales
It's not yet spring, but buds are in riot
Spouting honey-gold ears, lavender scents
When your verses twine my own, cheek to cheek
Our tongues inhale rain drops after the storm
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Blank Verse
and Poets United: In two or more languages
This is based on my train experience of seeing the couple communicate in sign language.
picture credit here
