I like
What they do to my tongue.
Each letter
Whispers its own tune
To me,
When spoken together
A song.
Like love,
How it opens the lips,
Extends the tongue,
Closes with a kiss,
Sounds hopeful.
How the letter O,
When accentuated,
Can leave you breathless.
The entire face must work together
To form it.
Fuck…feel…fight…fun…
How do you make
Sex?
You fall short of gritting your teeth.
You block the air passage
For just one slash of a second.
These are raw
Naked sounds.
Try them.
The word hate
Takes your breath away.
Such an effort is too much
For one word.
And, I
Always stands alone.
It owns a pause,
Regardless of what precedes or follows.
When you say
Balance,
The sound
Is equal on both sides
Or not.
Enter is kind.
Exit sounds angry.
Yet,
They could be the same door,
Starting out the same way.
The right words,
When they hit the right spot,
I lose my body,
My heart,
My poise,
My soul.
I am a lover of words,
What they do to my mind.
That’s all I can say.
I’m just careful
How I say it
And to whom
I say it to.
