from Deaf Republic: 10

I kissed a woman whose freckles aroused our neighbors. Her trembling lips meant come to bed. Her hair falling down in the middle of the conversation meant come to bed. I walked in my hospital of thoughts. Yes, I carried her off to bed on the chair of my hairy arms. But parted lips meant kiss my parted lips, I read those lips without understanding soft lips meant kiss my soft lips. Such is a silence of a woman who speaks against silence, knowing silence is what moves us to speak.