I really like when the words spill out of me
like some dirge in a symphony unrequited
watching them fill the empty spaces I love
being alone with you, finding myself being born again ~
new spirit, baptized in fired taps on keys
feel my release of us in spent harmony, no rhyme this time
only raw emotion lit irradiated, can you hear the animated sound
of all my nouns and verbs and adjectives? ~ the satisfying stop
of a period. the only silence in my mind in displaced time.
I really like it when the words spill out of me. . .