I’ve been in love with language since I was a little girl. I found nothing more pleasurable than getting lost in the characters’ worlds in books -eavesdropping on their conversations. I wrote and illustrated stories, acted in plays (as a drama major), won citywide storytelling contests, and spoke in several different accents. I’m pretty sure I drove my family crazy, especially when I corrected their diction and grammar!
So naturally, I fell for Prince, my muse for more than a year. Little did he know, I was sold when he wrote his first poem – for me. This is an excerpt from my post Late August Virgo, which features the poem:
You caught me at such a perfect time in my life
At a time where the edge of a cliff was a comfortable place to pitch a tent and rest my head
Normally everyday was Halloween for me
But today I decided it was time to throw away my mask
So I was open
And you loved me for that
And I did. I loved everything about his language – and his blatant curiosity. His delivery. His words were plain and straightforward. Unfiltered. His body spoke to mine. From his eyes, to his hands, down to his member. Language is everything.
Do you love language? How does language influence your relationships?