Poetry

Sometimes I wonder if you know the Morse code
of my thoughts, my gestures
and even the meaning between the lines
that my words do broadcast
and if you carry it
as the clothing around your body?
 
Or if the dashes in my glances,
the dots of the times that I touch you
do leave sounds on your body?
 
Or are you too caught up in this old world
to notice anything
 
and is only when we do touch each other
that you are aware
of how much I really do love you?