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.