My own words have been stuck
Between esophagus and windpipe too many times before
Leading to glassed over eyes and lost attentions
You have to understand these knots of fragmented declarations choke me.
If only crumpled words unfurled as easily as bright umbrellas in soft rain
My lungs would be more like balloons then clasped fists
Too bad they are nothing more than compressions of the tongue
Forcing sputters and misplaced tongue twisters back down my throat
I just want to be able to communicate
It’s not much to ask, but
Accompanied by never-ending stammering stutters
Lead to nothing more than broken sentences and lost eye contact
Stay with me dear
Don’t just listen
Use your eyes to dance with me
A tango of calculated adjustments and twists of the spine
Say more than wilting flowers and kids whispers and escaped mumbles ever could.
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