Taste the words

 

I taste the words

as they leave my lips.

Coppery iron-rich vowels,

red and unclipped.

They seep,

liquid like

into the wispy air,

where weeping rain clouds

of hope are formed there.

Fluidity in the way

the words drip from the trees,

the way they soak the floor,

like a morning dew

glistening in the sunlit view.

The leaves coated in their residue

and the ground always asking for more.

 

I feel the words

as they bounce off my tongue

like a diver

leaping from the highest rung.

They push down

making a split-second decision

and then take off into the air.

A delicate twist

to fix their transition,

then they land

with seamless precision.

 

I hear the words

as they hit their target,

muffled behind

my raised heartbeat.

I hear them.

An echo of the past.

A dull thud in the distance,

a hammer blow cast,

whilst I'm already planning

my next attack.

The next flow of words

are lining up in my throat,

just waiting, biding their time

ready to unpack.

 

 

 

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