A word
for once
is too simple, too common,
too overused and withdrawn to
string together ambushing thoughts of recurring sensations
of the clanging of metal hearts
and the clattering of fallen, unsaid words to the ground
too ordinary to describe
the joyous screaming of a brush between hands and
the outright and blatant gulping of an embarrassingly inflated rosy cheek's butterflies
too diminishing to capture
the howling at the sight of an untouched inch of skin
the ever-so-polite cooing at the feel of a warm humid breath upon a neck or face
too unfitting to explain
the unforgiving and so succulent purr of a warm interaction and exchange in the cold
the swish of matter through the hoop over mind
