necessary words
ooze out sideways
like syrup on
Sunday morning memories
land upside down
like pancakes
once stuck to the ceiling
of my mind
turn inside out
like socks
removed
in the heat of the moment
squeezed
twisted
and wrung out
like my heart
in my throat . . .
questions pressed
between waxed paper dreams
stick on my lips
in that moment of surrender
my mouth is useless
for anything but kisses
when I see the love
in your eyes
