Words

Words
That day
In and on your mouth
The words
That day
On your tongue
Cannot conjure
The dance of your soul
You can turn them
Every which way, and
Beg them to lay you down
They only grind your teeth
And choke furiously.

Like a cluster of embers
Stuck in your throat
The words coagulate
Like dried blood
Instead of bearing
The fear, the mangled tears
Buried deep,
Only to be
Swallowed
Once again

How long until
You dance the freedom that is yours
How long still,
Until until you decide to dance what is your pride
Can you see this but one choice?
Can you see your smile appear?

The choice is yours…
So choose
The words on your mouth
Choose
The words on your tongue
Choose
The words, the day
Choose
The day that fulfills…
So many choices
Before you, so
Let yourself dance,
For
Silken is your mouth
Enlivening, your tongue
Your words are the full day.
Your sex is joy
When love fills your words

So choose