start life again, tasting life in small bits and -
-grief is wicked and long--I needed to have an end and through the journey met you-
-discovering excitement expectation, lust and being held again--
all sorely missed.  
I will just say intense colorful emotion--
I forgot how much color there is in emotion--bight greens, blue and whites.

words seems to have little need for me

while i can not live without their rhythmic cadence

waltzing in minute areas of my mind

whispering hidden meanings in my dreams

waking me with waggery boldly spoken

when i try to reach in for them they run

wildly from me to wide strewn places

waiting to trick me in to wornderment

with a quick ****** i catch and in

wonderment place them on this page