the words coming shyly at first,
selected, edited, opted for;
and then in a tumble, a song, a waterfall
gushing up as from a spring:
Words on top of words on top of words.
Discoveries almost crammed too close together,
breathless from all there is to say.
each syllable addictive
the heart expanding, wild tangles over a topography of words.
Your laugh is music, a drug, and I am foolish,
my heart singing answers to words you haven’t asked.
I will say, want to say, more to you.
Days aren’t long enough; hours dissolve.
But when night closes calm behind my eyelids
I imagine you here, in the quiet of the room
your body warm beside me
your heartbeat strong beneath my fingertips,
we lay quiet and listen to
rainfall outside the window.
I curve my limbs around your shape
and dream that we don’t talk.