Speaking in tongues.


Endless ambiguities
tap their fingers on my brain
seeking entry into the confines
of something stranger still
in passing.

That tin pan emotion
that plunks a tune somewhat listless.
Like watching paint dry
slowly across my fence
in the hottest of climates.

Whistle up a song
that claims your lips
like I thirst to do
in the midnight of your smile.
Lost like a star in twilight.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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