Words

I find myself brimming with words

My mind spewing then faster

Than my hand can ever dare to write

I had lost it you know,

My ability to write and express myself

I had lost my saving grace

Yet I have found it again right where I left it.

Does it come back unchanged?

No, for in the words that float across my mind

Are the emotions for which I can’t fight.

I have accepted defeat when the battle has barely begun.

Do my words speak to me?

Yes they do, they tell of a tale

That has since changed its course

A tale that many will live way after I have left this life.

Do these words seek an audience?

No, once upon a time they sought to be heard

They begged to be read and acknowledged

Now they seek only to express a desire left unchanged

Thoughts left pending

Some left unacknowledged

The plight of a mind at war        

At war with itself over words unspoken.

My mouth sometimes takes control

And speaks for itself…and the heart

An internal organ accused of many emotions

Finds itself in the brain, forced to perform

A duty that it neither comprehends nor values.

Sometimes I wish I could give authority

To every part of me to speak for itself

For,

If my mouth could speak for itself,

It would demand for more of your kisses

If my neck could speak for itself,

It would ask that you never cease to blow gently on it

If my arms could speak for themselves,

They would request to never stop touching you

If my breasts could speak for themselves,

They would cry that you never cease to suckle on them

If my thighs could speak for themselves,

They would ask to always be wrapped around your waist.

My entire being wants to be under your spell,

To be controlled and mastered by your artful touch

Your kisses taking my breath away

If my body could speak for itself,

It would only ask for you.

Words without boundaries,

Boundaries with no clear divisions,

They are just words yet still they burn

With an alluring yet terrifying passion. 

These words choke me

With the intensity by which they burn themselves into my brain

They leave me in pain and sometimes soaring

If words could kill, am sure some would have had me by now

If words could save, let’s just say I would have more than the proverbial 9 lives.