I want to say this so badly
It burns my tongue
like too hot tea
swallowed greedily in early morning
and freezes like the cold coffee in the cup
when I get distracted by talking to you
I know you know I write you poems
I've written poems for many
but you I want to say simple words to
I want to speak plain
and the more I know
the deeper the desire
Yet my tongue is still.
I'm not uncertain
but I'm afraid of your reply