I think of your face and imagine the
Words flowing from your lips and drifting to my ear
Drums playing a rhythm of tone and fluctuating
Vibrations giving my body an invisible
Massage migrating through my body and being interpreted in  my mind as
Bliss that I miss.
You suck your teeth as you speak letting me know that you have something
Brewing on the tip of your toung meant for my
Ears: perked and in tune to your
Words meaning nothing, stand alone,
But meaning the world coming from your truth.
It’s all true what you say without question
Sweet , sassy , curious, and collected
But I imagine your words of passion
The unstated, the silent, the hidden
The words you fear spitting from your lips because
The words you keep inside and never escape captivity
The words whisked away when they come too close to the surface
Swept away and packed in ice  to be delivered at a later date.
Three words especially, or a name screamed out in a moment of
Passion directed my way.
Shower me with those and you can have the world of
words I’m holding for you
Lyrics I’m holding from you
Poetry I’m holding for you ,
Sounds from my trembling
lips I hold as bait for your
WORDS,,,,,,
To be continued

Bd Sun, Aug 4, 2002 6:24 PM