If there were something
That could thoroughly make you mine
I’d believe and believe
And pity all that seldom love
Maybe you could convince
My each sweet happening
My flesh and your blood
Humble, within a world so utterly closed
It takes you and
I to inherit the strength
To open it, again and again
As if marching into ecstasy
An unrenowned nobody
Becoming something in a distant air
You and I together,
Making jealousy stop and stare.
-Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 