Just, Fucking Words




Words like daggers
Some pierce the flesh, some pierce the heart
I pray that every one is felt
For if not, I am surely dead

Like a kiss that’s meant for lips
From the only lips
That was meant for my lips
Your lips

When her voice echoes in my head
Reminding me of what she said
When my eyes fall into hers
How she moves and the twitch of her nose when she laughs

Her tears when she cries
I can trace the path that it takes
So I may, track to comfort
And soothe, the sadness back

Holding hands in her company
The connection of touch
Binds every moment together
For without it, what is love?

To love, not to fuck for fucking sake
But to express with all the senses that overwhelms
With every nuance of every breath
And every beat of a beating heart

To fuck, yes, to fuck
With extreme prejudice
To delve into the abyss of the most wanting kind
Where rockets lets loose with an explosive rush

What are words
Without action?
Just
Fucking Words

Ax

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