I speak best thru my fingers
I speak best through my fingers.
My words find a louder voice on paper
mostly elegant and mature,
wise beyond their years
My words skip inside my brain in billions
like a flock of birds.
Jus pick and chose I'll give you the stories and their words.
I get twisted tongues when I try to verbalize those letters,
each thought deep in sense and feeling;
too much to hang in the air,
heavy enough only for paper.
Sometimes poetry speaks volumes when its soft, made real.
Seen along the walls.
those words travelling across entire continents to find more.
Lost in a bed of 26 letters.
So many words that want your attention;
in different languages.
All written and spoken words are poetry with you.
Hidden in the creases of your curves
every edge of your beautiful brown body
another word is found to capture the essence of that feeling better
physical abstance always makes the heart grow tender,
like the words found in every love let