Saturday, November 9, 2013


words sit perched on the tip of my tongue, 
and into the cold world. lifted by a slight exhale, 
we see these words flutter to a spark
that rests within the lining of your coat. 
i pray for my words to linger there long enough 
to ignite and send the exact meaning of what i am trying 
to confess throughout your body. 
my words, airborne and alive, 
search within your warmth for a spot to untangle 
it's punctuation and truly come alive.

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