I don’t talk much, but I find I have so much to say.
But no desire in the world to speak.
But I want to cover your body, in words.
With my lips, I verbalize every single thought.
Every single word.
Spoken upon your skin, from within.
Only you know, what is meant.
And I look as if, I wish to say more.
But only upon your skin.
As if silence was the best answer.
But I’ve screamed so much, without an echo.
Not a sound leaves, these lips.
As you return, with spoken word written.
Across my skin.