Sometimes I Do Wonder If You Do Know The Morse Code Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes I do wonder if you do know the Morse code,
that my thought, my gestures
and even the meaning between the lines
that my words do broadcast
and if you do wrap it
like clothing around your body?

If the dashes in my glances,
the dots of my voice
do make sounds on your body?

Or are you too much bonded to this world
to be aware of anything

and is it first when we do touch each other
that you are aware
of how much I do really love you?