words

I love words-

The way they roll

And dance,

The way they sparkle

In a sentence.

I love sounds-

To capture them,

Pinned down

Pressed like flowers

Into pages,
Colors into faces.

I love language-

The way it waltzes

Off your tongue

And your voice

Holds me tight

Like a song

Saying maybe

You could understand me.

Maybe

You could pin me down.

And we would dance

And we would fuse-

Wayward words finding their place

In a phrase.