I would like for love to come up and place hands on my waist, breathing warmth on the nape of my neck. Whispers I can't understand, but I can sure feel inside my ventricles coursing through my small hairs that are erect on the same place the warmth meets. I then realize love is not a voice it's an invisible force that needs to be brought out that can be brought out that will be brought out that will seep out from every orifice of the thing that keeps you from spilling everywhere. Love is a secret you can only show. Love let me hear with my skin.