Words once flowed from me,
dripping off my fingertips one
by one.
They traced circles around my tongue
and left a path of goosebumps
on my skin.
They sunk deeper than anything known.
To a place where things are barely tangible,
like dying wisps of smoke
caught in a still room.
You have that effect on me,
stillness.
My mind wanders
and the things I want to say
slip off your tongue.
Gliding like heavy silk
over my palms.
Our roots tangle together
beneath fallen leaves and warm earth.
Intertwining until we become
one.
Until your beating heart
pounds steadily within my chest.
