Sunday, April 24, 2011

sleeping in the letters
trying to straighten a hunched spine
countering the forewardness
because I am too shy to use  

my… my words.

Counter posturing the neck
I rest her light body on my thigh
Unleashing all of the hurt with my fingers
Because she can only feel
my… my words.

I wear it like a blanket
That only I know I have shrouded over me
And how many times I have tried to explain this
But it cannot be expressed  with, my… my words

As I watch the ink run and dry to the concrete  
I cry out into the darkness
“I am fearless! I Am not afraid of anything!”
Especially not the ramifications of

My… my words.

No comments:

Post a Comment