Words Frothed

Words frothed, a pint of the most imperfect pour floods the mind and overwhelms the senses causing unattainable punctuation to fleet onward toward better pages. Lip prints rim glasses and I so long to taste their truths that in return will reflect my fears. Snatching the last drops of amber shelter and indulging in the snippets of a refreshing discomfort you cannot help but salute with the head the head of all the words that are quickly being gulped and just as quickly being unsaid.