Thank you bullfrog, thank you cicada, 
for your throat, for your wings, 
evidence of all the body parts that sing.

The body shouts its pleasure,
groans its sorrow,
speaks its will. 

The body sings its life when in motion and when still. 

If the story of love cannot be told with a tongue or with a mouth, 

the legs will chirp,
the hands will clap,
the heart will beat it out.