too many words for me
to make many words for you
the words of my heart they sing
"Fear, Love, Sweet!" but how,
how can they be you
and true?
new words need said say no things now quick;
what said now knows real things, real kick? the
real women kiss the clearest sounds
to clearest thoughts carry quicker, abound
in that tick.
with that pick
her lips pick me out where their words had...
where they did not fall in.
sea-sand shifting under foot, cut-grassy wind with cloud,
smells hair and balmy woods or in that cheek, a tongue,
stories bring back what once shared and share-
and we share it-
share it for now and dreaming.
