Foreign Exchange


Foreign Exchange

Teach me your tongue,
the language of your world —
the gentle curve of apostrophe —
as I delight in your words.

Tease me with your accent,
whisper my name under your breath —
the delicate elide of syllables —
as my lips follow yours.

Tantalise me with sound,
gentle intonations to emphasise
the gasping slide of exclamation,
as I slip off your tongue.

Touch me with your dialect.
The linguist you are
parsing me —
as we create new words together.

© Erin Hilder


About ninian-poetree

I live in a sitcom. No seriously. I share a century home with an Englishman and a cat named Sophie. Not living with us are my three sons and a step-daughter who visits every other year or so. I'm a mum, a writer, a teacher and an MUFC fanatic.

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