i am not unable
to say your lips
they seem to hold the trembling
of language lustrous mysterious.
Such wondrous moments beyond touch.
Beyond the clock of meaning.
My lack of cleverness cloaks me
For my words
in comparison are shadows
Sounds as i form them
that shall limp away
into the remains of the day
like my expectations
mustering like the industry of ants
finding the hidden corpse of reality.
The imprecision of my words
always haunt vaguely
the quietness of my throat.
Emptiness waits in fullness
as you breath your words into me
as your sentences complete me
Fit me with all the articles of your speech.
While my speaking evaporates
the gentleness of your touch.