The body’s language

Words emanate from my body

from the skin pulled taut above my brow

from the furling of my fingers in toward my palm

from the cavernous space where the corset of the rib bones meet

These words are unspoken

unaltered

by the filter of another ear

untamed,

untouched by the grammatical red pen

These words hold stories of ancestors

of oppressors

of violators

and silencers

These words live in my cells

they travel through my blood

they leak out through my pores

they are scar tissues formed over muscle tissues

This language of the body

is a current

moving in through the nostrils, travelling through the lungs

landing in the bowl of the pelvis

filling the cavernous space with its presence

opening

and moving back out through the body as warm air, 

the lips part slightly

the body expands into the space at the bottom of the breath. 

these words are spoken in the pregnant pauses between words

these words are spoken between two bodies,

as currency

This  language of the body

is a re-membering

a transmission of stories told by our bodies

reminding us of why we are

in this body

in this life

in this place 

and time

writing stories

with our bodies.