| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| FOREIGN TONGUES We are so different. We look so different we live so differently love so differently our beliefs our creeds our systems of justice they diverge dramatically. We talk in different tongues you speak the language of love I speak fear. It’s amazing we understand each other at all. But perhaps it’s a polar effect maybe our massive distinctions generate our heavy attraction or whatever it is that binds us. There has to be some explanation for this that leaves us successfully spooning complimenting each other up the ying-yang supremely supplemental. I don’t know if the Hows or the Whys matter so much, though… What does matter, though, is this: Yours is the only foreign tongue I want to taste. |