Wednesday, March 2, 2011

inventing our own language.

my words fall

clumsil
y

into the small of yr back
my sentences

break
and crack

i become
lost in
yr skeleton yr skin

the sinews
that connect you
collect words
that cannot be spoken
yet

broken words soaked in sweat
trail from my pores
my skin
silently begging
to seep in
to yr most vulnerable muscles
yr bed yr sheets

i forget how to speak
i trip
over dream words
over the gentle curves
of yr spine

i'm stalling time
dying to say
lah,
lah,
lah,
i'm losing my language
in the soft of yr skin

my lack of expression
is simply
you

suck-ing

the breath from my lungs
and filling me
with awe
"lah,
lah,
lah"

the sweetest sounds
of our own
secret language

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