We need to talk.
****.
That four word sentence, like some four letter word,
like the curse that it is, offending the heart of the talked at.
But was it ever really unexpected?
Because even the most pious of lips can speak like a sailor,
to curse, four letter word, four word sentence.
And what i’m saying, talking,
is that like any house of cards, regardless of the time taken to construct
has the potential to fall at the slightest breath,
slightest word,
briefest talk.
We need to,
Talk.
And don’t we? Because talk is a four letter word too,
but my lips are not so pious as to avoid it.
Because since those four little words not a breath more has been spoken
between us.
And since i’ve cursed myself already,
let’s talk.
Did you ever really let me in your house of cards
or were you too scared that our breaths
combined, vocalized passion, too many words
four lettered and whatnot
would have your house come crashing down?
Well then, love,
just remember it’s L-O-V-E.
We need to talk.
But did we ever really speak?