Sensual

Lyrics

[Verse 1 — Sisukiro's vocabulary]
There is a frequency below speaking
Where the body conducts
Its own conversation
Without consulting the person
Who lives in it
My hand found the lower back
Of someone
At a dinner I cannot remember
And the hand
Had not been sent
The hand went on its own
With its own passport
And its own agenda
And when it arrived
It already knew
The exact pressure
The exact latitude
The exact amount of stay
Before the stay
Became a statement
And the hand
Stayed one second
Past the statement
And the second
Was the vocabulary
My mouth
Has never been fluent in
The somatosensory cortex
Mapped this person
Before my prefrontal cortex
Had finished reading the menu
The body's peer review
Is faster
And does not require citations
[Verse 2 — Orikusis's vocabulary]
I don't know the name
For what the room does
When someone stands close enough
To change the weather
But not close enough
To be accused of standing close
There is a distance
That is not a distance
It is a negotiation
Conducted entirely by heat
And I have been in that negotiation
At a kitchen counter
Where the reaching for the same glass
Was not about the glass
And the not-about-the-glass
Lasted four seconds
And four seconds
At that distance
Is a conversation
Longer than most people have
With their words
In a year
Bà ngoại would say
The body is honest
When the mouth is still deciding
And she would be right
Because the mouth
Is a politician
And the body
Is the electorate
And the electorate
Has already voted
[Pre-Chorus]
The lean
Before the thought
The lean is the thought
The body thought it first
And the mind
Is reading the minutes
Of a meeting
That already happened
[Chorus]
L'amour des sens, l'amour des sens
The love that speaks below the frequency of names
L'amour des sens, l'amour des sens
The hand that was not sent
The distance that is not a distance
The four seconds at the kitchen counter
That said more than dinner
The lean before the thought
The body's conversation
Running underneath the one
We're pretending to have
About the wine
About the weather
About anything
That is not
The temperature between
Your arm
And mine
Which has changed
And we both know it has changed
And the knowing
Is the sensual
And the sensual
Is the oldest language
And we are fluent
In everything
Except admitting
We are fluent
[Bridge]
Every culture has a word
For the space between two bodies
When the space becomes electric
The Japanese call it ma
The space that is full
By being empty
The Brazilians move through it
Like it doesn't exist
The French
Invented a cuisine around it
Plating the food
With the gaps
As important
As the portions
And I am standing
In the ma
In the gap on the plate
In the four seconds
At the counter
And the standing
Is not nothing
The standing
Is the most articulate thing
I have done today
[Outro]
The frequency below speaking
Is not silent
It is the loudest conversation
In the room
And everyone hears it
Except the two people
Having it
Who hear it most of all
And say nothing
And the nothing
Is the love
And the love
Is in the body
And the body
Has never once
Needed permission
To know