The Shivering Language

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Even without knowing any language, this one speaks to my soul — it is my own and you



The wind bites sharp, a sudden, piercing chill,
And in that snap, our trembling muscles thrill.
No matter where we stand, in sun or shade,
A tiny tremor, subtly played, a whisper made
Of heat desired, a primal, urgent plea,
To guard the core, for all the world to see
Our goosebump-flesh, a landscape raised and cold,
A story ancient, endlessly retold.

We are shivering, though the reason may not be
The frost that nips the branches of a tree.
Perhaps a sudden fright, a whispered fear,
A shadow falling, drawing danger near.
A primal jolt that tightens every nerve,
A warning bell, a promise to preserve.
The fight or flight, a rush of pounding grace,
Reflected outward, trembling in its place.

We are shivering, when a thrill takes hold,
A story whispered, brave and fiercely bold.
The rush of joy, a victory hard-won,
A burst of feeling, bright as morning sun.
Anticipation, sweet and sharp and keen,
Before the curtain lifts upon the scene.
A frisson running, vibrant, deep, and true,
For moments hoped, now suddenly breaking through.

We are shivering, when the fever takes its flight,
And chills run deep throughout the longest night.
A body battling, though the cause unseen,
A silent struggle, sharp and ever keen.
The burning forehead, yet a cold within,
A weary ache where healing should begin.
A testament to battles fought inside,
Where hidden fires fiercely burn and ride.

We are shivering, in moments of deep awe,
At beauty stretching past a human law.
A cosmic vastness, music's soaring grace,
A holy tremor, finding time and space.
A whispered reverence, a silent, humble tear,
As grandeur breaks through, banishing all fear.
The spine alive, a current running free,
Touched by the sublime, for all eternity.

So in this tremor, understand us true,
A language spoken, raw and fresh and new.
We are shivering, the body and the soul,
Responding, feeling, striving to be whole.
A human pulse, a fragile, vibrant sign,
Of life's rich tapestry, intensely thine.
From cold's embrace to passion's burning fire,
We shiver on, with every deep desire.


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