V What are we now?
C Too soon, too soon.
These hands, these lips,
they’ve barely met.
V As have our bodies;
bare on bare,
C our tangled hair,
V our tongues and teeth
that nibbled as we writhed
beneath.
C Hush now! Don’t speak so loud,
don’t talk so proud
or boast of me.
V Then what can I say?
How do I refer to you and I
if not by label or declaration?
C We’ll find another way
to say
those words...
V No common phrase or poet’s line
could ever serve as replacement.
C We know those words should not be said,
at least, not yet.
V But our vocabulary
falls
somewhat short
of where we’ve come to be.
C Don’t think so loud
or walk so proud.
V Then answer me,
what are we now?
C Words-
V fail you.
Now only kisses come from your lips
where once you dared to utter-
C but never that!
V True, but close.
C It cannot be.
V Too soon?
C Too soon.
These lips, those words,
they’ve barely met.
V But bare on bare
they’ve tasted more.
C So what are we now?
V We’re everything,
C but not by label
V nor by declaration.
C We’ll go about our every day,
V we’ll act as if it all were true
C and we’ll find a safer way
to say
I love you.