Ode 3

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I fear my tongue is freed at night
Loosening as sleep slacks my jaw
Oh those words struggle against my teeth
Valiantly they fight their way through
Escaping in disguise as eyelids droop low

You hear them in simple accolades
Or in my pen scratching on paper
Under shadows they slip out in my gaze
Daring my mouth to part once more
And still the words I cannot say

Reclining here in soft starlight they stir
Languishing in the way I sketch
Imagining instead they caress your cheeks
Now they remain in limbo behind my lips
Greeting your own as they meet mine each time

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