“Women speak two languages -
one of which is verbal” ~ William Shakespeare
If I could translate
the language of her body,
then this uncertainty
that plagues me
would no longer
be my affliction.
She frowns on the
tip of a smile;
beckons with a wink
while her eyes speak no.
Am I the only male
who cannot read her sighs,
the tap of her foot,
the fingers twisting
the curls at her cheek?
I haven’t the gift of clairvoyance
so I tread the troubled waters
of misconception each time
I hazard a moment’s trust
I can decipher the unknown tongue
her body speaks.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
And of course this leads to a merry chase of misunderstanding ~
Sonnet or no sonnet, your poem is awesome!! .. Will would have stamped it "Approved."
She frowns on the
tip of a smile;
This is full of wit - Shakespeare would find a lot of humor in this, I think (and commiserate)