to the guy with muted lips--


you eat words,
crush them with your teeth,
til the syllables
break down
into meaningless letters-
a crowd of singularities
bouncing on your tongue...
altogether,
filling the corridors
of your throat--


just crowding there.


and when you part your lips,
words sink inside you
like residues
atop deadbeat decibels.


your emotions
act like rusty crowbars,
digging what's left of the mess.


my love,
I wonder how you sound.
but it wil never make me...



love you less.