I like words and how they communicate
feeling but there are some feelings
you can only communicate
like the feeling I get from playing with
your hair when your hands are too
busy to humour me – or how your
body always curves so perfectly into
mine as if we were once two halves
of the same whole.
But I have no words to describe
the ones you take from my mouth
when you tell me we’ve been living
in a haze;
even with all the pretty words
that I’ve learned to string together,
I still have no words for this feeling.