but words don't come out.
They pool around my lips
inviting curious frogs
to frolick in limerence.
Where koi swim in the silence
unbroken if not for a droplet
of desire, a loud unspoken secret.
Birds perch under the shadow
of my gaze, her eyes though aglow
met not with enamour but sorrow.
Clouds of thought roil above
stirring the pot of greed, forming tides of
desperation, they swirl and churn and slosh and froth
and when they spill the torrent will extinguish
all anguish leaving nothing
but rustling leaves, chirping birds, their song unheard.
