words fail
i tried to write –some abstract attempt
at unformed limerick –
to capture
the tumultuous emotions
you have thrown
into the world around me. but how am i supposed to do that? am i to be expected to tame the wild whispered longings for hands
and lips
and eyes
and bodies
that tangle
if only in dreams? to turn the feelings
you stir in me
into a concrete
concept
of printed
words
expected to relay endless hours of hopeful longing? i can’t dip my pen
into a heart of raindrops –
i’m terrified of spilling
as i run
with you
up frozen streams,
and fall through crashing ocean waves. you held out your hand for adventure –
such an innocent gesture.
though i took it,
not knowing
that our palms would touch
and you would brush my heart
leaving smudges of indelible fingerprints
burning through me. i try not to dance
while you spin sounds of angels
that echo in my mind
every
empty
moment
they can seize. you bring me into wonderland. now snowflakes
have traced
along the curves
of my face
and melted into liquid
kisses
burning my skin. i sift through endless lexicons,
in hopes of grasping
a conceptual alliteration
of poetic justice
worthy
of the turmoil
you bring – the burning
endless
passion
and art
and hope
and love
and life
and heart – words fail.