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.
