Aphrodisia

Love ’ s language is hyperbole, but whispered, sibilant similes and promises sotto voce. It ’ s easy to imagine you ’ ve misheard, the form and content clash, create this weird distortion like an echo or a tape delay. Love ’ s language is hyperbole, but whispered. On which do you place emphasis: The words? Or the breath? The farfetched or the foreplay? It ’ s easy to imagine you ’ ve misheard when objectivity has disappeared and your lover is getting further carried away. Love ’ s language is hyperbole, but whispered vows? It ’ s hard to take him at his word, or hers: Speak up! Proclaim! you want to say. It ’ s easy to imagine you ’ ve misheard, hard to admit one sharp as you is stirred. You need to back off, cool down, act blasé. Love ’ s language is hyperbole, but whispered. It ’ s easy to imagine you ’ ve misheard.