Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Silent Patois

Your eyes imbue me,
For a brief moment, I breathe you in.
My nose curled up close to your ear drum,
It is soft and cool like a sleeping puppy’s nose.

Your fingers, soft like the flannel sheets wrapped around us.
You trace your initials into the small of my back,
As if you are just learning to write.
Your breath, warm on my freckled shoulder—
It speaks its own silent patois.
I find it perfectly semantic and philological.

I am your best pillow.
The one who comforts you,
My seams are strong,
My fabric is forgiving and tröstlich.
And you are the only head I want to lay upon me.


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11 thoughts on “Silent Patois

  1. the dialect of the common people of a region, differing in various respects from the standard language of the rest of the country.

  2. tröstlich = comforting. I volunteer to be your footnote.

  3. You are too damned lovable.

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