To words,

I speak, you utter, flutter, vibrate, echo, shiver, stutter
"lover, lover, you're unlike another"
then I close my mouth and endings seem so serious, devout, mysterious
the glassy silent eeriness it's clear that this
is not the word today
so then I turn, revolve, I yearn to walk away
with nothing
nothing more to say
nothing more to say


Yours, Anahi