
I speak words,
often of meanings that betray the immediacy of their intent
often of times when my present circumstance cannot conceive
often of days and moments not lived
often of values not formed.
I speak words,
words to inspire and enlighten
words to direct and command
words to coerce and negotiate
words to save and transform
I speak words,
to you as the tips of my fingers carve a path along the curves of your neck
to you as the bumps on your arms rise in anticipation of an unknown duty
to you as your heartbeat evolves in rhythm with mine
to you as your face is filled with mine.
I speak words,
words like i love you.
I love that.
Thank you.