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.