You help me reach the full feeling of ecstasy
with rusted chained locked lips waiting to be freed.
Tell me quickly before they find out,
tell me softly the four lettered word,
Let time stand still before your trembling lips,
and let us fill each others hollowed bodies with our former sorrows.
I wanted this poem to feel like anticipation, like words that were never spoken and like you're rushing someone to say something, but they just don't tell you in time, so then the thought sticks in the air... forever.