December 08, 2005 - 1:39 p.m.
"in a manner of speaking i
just wanted to say
that i could never
forget the way
you told me everything by saying
nothing...
in a manner of speaking
i don't understand how love and silence becomes
reprimand
the way that i feel about you is
beyond words.
oh, give me the words
give me the words
that tell me
nothing.
oh, give me the words
give me the words
that tell me everything."
quietly and without speaking
you're tickling my memory
coaxing my teeth across my lips
in barely-parted but discernible cat's-got-your-tongue smirks that start somewhere
in my spine and curl around my shoulder blades
so damn cute. and such.
i deny it all, speak outside my head because it never makes sense unless i'm telling it with my hands, explaining to you, with fingers and jaws
wide and uncautious,
mouth open like a question or a protest
you say it all, moving between the words i hear other people say and the way i remember them in your mouth.
it's not cold out, but my skin is rebelling against the air,
static, standing still, but racing ahead, remembering what it will feel like
how messy it will be
breaking and sharp
