Linguistic dance

 - Do you speak English? 

- I do! 

- Let's go! 

Do they really though?

I'm not sure it's the language I know. 

When they choose it, it's a bold act. A step into something new, masterful, beautiful feathers on a bird who's beginning his courting dance. It's an act to attract. And I fall for it every time.

It's my mother tongue, though. 

When I chose it, it's a vulnerable act. It's honest, and deep, my soul exposed, heart laid out on my sleeve or the tip of my tongue. I feel seen in a way no one sees me. And I'm ensnared again. 

If they come in for the show and I come heart exposed, could there ever be a happy, safe outcome? Will they let go of the language when the chase is over, leaving me empty and alone in my vulnerability?