My Words

These words can be simple-
sweet like honey, sugar and bananas-
Sweet like warm wet kisses derived from passionate love that lasts on your lips beyond the time of memory-
These words can pierce through eyes and be said without speaking-
Conveyed through my glare- Raw and intimidating-
Pierce through souls wrapped around heat reflecting my deepest thoughts- my deepest fears-
These words can be tricky and defiant of explanations- Somehow my escape becomes a difficult drama ignoring conscious reality-trapped in fantasies that twirl around dreams that never end.
These words help me cry, help me laugh, help me fly- I always tell the truth, but forgive me if I lie- Exaggerations glow around stories that scream from my closed mouth-
That dance around expressions locked in the closets of my heart- in the shelves organized and cluttered in my mind-
My words cry from my soul and bleed through my eyes- They hide from reality- and say how I feel-
Denial, Love, Fear, and Hope-
My words cleanse and heal...
They work better than my soap.