Body Language

A chin can tremble ahead of tears
Or be kept up to banish worries and fears

A finger can enticingly say come hither
Or extinguish life with the squeeze of a trigger

A face can portray unashamed joy
Or betray the shame of an underhand ploy

A shoulder can be there to cry on
Or for seekers of greater goals to climb high on

A hand can be offered to shake in friendly engage
Or be shaken in a fist of ferocious rage

A head can be raised in victory so sweet
Or dipped in the darkening disappointment of defeat

An eye can be given gladly as an invitation
Or fixed on looming danger in trepidation

A look can be prompted by a love of fashion
Or impart an unsaid message of unbridled passion

A back can be offered to ease a heavy load
Or turned on another when disapproval is showed

A sigh can signal sad disenchantment at leisure
Or the gentle exhalation of contented pleasure

A voice can speak sweet words we yearn to hear
Or fire fearful cries of bitterness and fear

In every movement, every moment, every action, every hour
Body language carries so much in its power.

But it’s what we truly feel inside
That speaks a language which never lies

And the purest body language of them all
Is the unconditional joy of laughter when we’re small.