Monday, March 5, 2012

You Can't Intimidate Me Back Into Your Arms


Mid-kiss,
I begin to speak.

I'm not made up
Of a ball of nerves,
Or timid, unsure ways.
I will roar
Before I  will ever dare to whisper.

And yet...
There it is.
The sound of my own voice,
Waxing nonsensical
At this very inopportune moment,
When his mouth
Is seeking mine.

A quirky joke or ramble.
Another quick breath.
And, again
I'm rendered speechless,
Mid-kiss.