By Shadygirl  fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 21 December 1999

Words

I love the way words play on your tongue
Rolling and leaping and frolicking and hiding
Coming together in a choir of audible expression
Attempting to paint your inside out

I love the way words remind you of a someone
Like 'linger', (just feel it move in your mouth.)
A soft starting growl, reminiscent of slow nights
(How could that not remind me of him?)

I love the way words pound poetry through my head
A secret code for only me to decipher 
Locking memories into adjectives and adverbs
To warm my weary bones in years to come.

I love the way words are empty of meaning
until thought or spoken, (regardless of what Webster says)
and how everything dressed in your voice is
FAT, and careful and gentle and real
(almost thick enough to be seen)