They bubble beneath my tongue, cementing it in place, My teeth a cage, my lips a shuttered gate.
They collect there, a tumultuous whirlpool, that muffles all sound, arresting my ability to speak.
These words, cannot be spoken.
Once in the air - They become heavy, and purposeful. They are without control, saying things I may not know. Giving things away - My secrets, my pains, my sorrows My joys, my strange peculiarities...
But You...
Your tongue - an unfurling key, seeks to be pressed against my own, drawing these words out. A nectar of thoughts, subtle and unspoken, bursting upon contact.
Can you hear what I am thinking? Are my words so loud, that I need not speak at all?
I cannot fathom, that anyone should hear, my silent, interminable words. When they have been locked so recklessly away for so long.