The Signs of Love

(A work in progress)
The first dude I ever called myself catching feelings for couldn't even properly speak my name
He was born deaf
And me born into a family of musicians
Our concepts of Love could never be the same

I was taught to hear, to listen
to recognize beauty by closing my eyes and letting my ears hear the difference
cues of tone
grace in pace and rhythm
Voice was one of the most beautiful gifts God had given



But he,
painted beauty with graceful fingers
hands moving into dancing figures
so quickly
that from the very beginning of us
that into the chaos of his dance
I would throw in my hands
shake my head slowly in frustration
so that he knew I did not understand
could not comprehend
This barrier between us so big I just wanted to give in

But then he would smile
intertwine his fingers with mine
take our connection and first touch my eyes
then his eyes
Nod his head to say, "yes you can"