Articulate Edification  

Spinning,

sizzling,

buzzing,

flying in circles around my brain, unceasing,

sometimes fresh as cool spring rain

or as suffocating as a vacuum;

words.

 

Your words,

my words,

their words,

our words mingled like tiny knots

tied up in silk,

smooth and inviting

but so carefully concealed and seducing.

 

Words,

come gushing in torrents

but are sometimes dry as the desert sands;

linking and moving

pulling their painful weight, needle-like and serpentine;

their barbed wire sometimes catching

in the deepest valleys

inside my heart.

 

Done up for you,

with ribbons and lace

and neon colours

to be served up

as dessert

or

a peter pan escape

on long winter nights,

and hot summer days.

 

Words

are all I have;

my ploy to steal your heart

and enchant

your soul.

 

Just  words.