TAKE THESE WORDS (August Postcard Poem 2017)

I steal the words

right out of your mouth,

place them

between my own lips.


The air

never had a chance

to solidify them

into sound.


Neither of us

expected this.

Both of us cared.


The heat of your body

exhaled a shroud

around each syllable


and I can taste

your poetry

long after the swallow.


Copyright 2017




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