Pop rocks snapping in your mouth
**** taste of lemon on your tongue
Salty sea air inside your lungs
Words make the world come alive

Soft cotton sheets, the expensively woven kind
Twinkling fairy lights dancing in my eyes
A kittens guttural purr calming my mind
Words shape our lives

A magnetic pull towards a lover’s delicious lips
An intoxicating rhythm as we sway our hips
How else to make sense when we lose our grip?
But with words.

The word “word” is so simple and bland
Belying its living, infinite, ever-evolving essence
To bloom our soul in a barren habitat.