when she dances every muscle is taut i trace the lines of the letter i wrote her but the words are not enough and they never were when she dances my lungs grasp for air greedily i want to caress the salt of her skin with my tongue but its words are not enough and they never were when she dances wind wrenches me away i flutter like a missing poster clutching the fence because word of mouth was not enough and it never will be when she dances songs rip little daggers from my throat because words are not enough and they never will be when she dances the cells in my body hungrily gyrate bodies on bodies on bodies in bodies because words
because words
because words
because words
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
when she dances every muscle is taut i trace the lines of the letter i wrote her but the words are not enough and they never were when she dances my lungs grasp for air greedily i want to caress the salt of her skin with my tongue but its words are not enough and they never were when she dances wind wrenches me away i flutter like a missing poster clutching the fence because word of mouth was not enough and it never will be when she dances songs rip little daggers from my throat because words are not enough and they never will be when she dances the cells in my body hungrily gyrate bodies on bodies on bodies in bodies because words
because words
because words
because words