words being said
that might as well have been unspoken
hanging
in the air, waiting and halted
then
erased by being obsolete
the story matters
more then the grammar.
I have chosen to wait
it can be more useful
to not say anything
but let the thought sit quietly
then softly
there's a breath of word released
a sound of being expressed
the tender unfolding of speech.
the sentences become
flowing in song
fluffy as goat hair
loving in caress once more.
