There are so many things I would like to say to you

Now I can only say with my eyes

If you were looking

you’d notice

I am still taken

By you.

So many words just want to pour out

Like sweet apricot jelly

I pant. I walk. I pace. I breathe.

I pace. I pant. I walk.

Caged paper tiger is no danger just spirited. energetic. thoughtful.

Tame.

There is a certain quality about you

Eccentricity

Humor and eloquence

And there aren’t any trees in this savannah

Whose limbs move whose leaves move like your lips move

Pouty lips at rest

Make Night sigh

There are so many words that don’t need words that wait on caresses that pour like honey like liquid honey like mercenaries

Coming through a thicket

Sword fighting

There are so many words I’d like to rest

On pouty lips

And seek sustenance from winter fruit

I’d like to say whispers

Like gentle is the night

And good to be friends

And feeling reborn

And I would like to form words

Even if they didn’t get completed

Just the start of words

Half spoken

That fell into

Embraces.

And danced the silly night away

Breaking chains

Using freedom

To escalate

On the tips

Of the things I’d like to say

To sigh

To breath