Words

words,

words eek out

like slimed syllables

poised for nothing,

anxious to wait

 

firm,

words hold firm

like a poolside child

knowing neither height

nor depth to come

 

yearn,

words yearn for touch

like a desert throat

unable to swallow

what it has not

 

turn,

words through turn,

turn after turn,

spinning evermore wildly,

flashing, twisting,

bending, breaking,

pacing, gasping,

sprinting,

sprinting,

sprint

off a cliff

so safe–

and so sure

 

You were there;

and I was words

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s