Slowly speak your words.

I’ll slowly hear your words.

I’ll slowly feel your words

They sink in, 

they swirl,

they spill,

They become part of my skin.

Words are what you struggle to say

Words are what I can’t decipher.

Words are what I use for fire

Words are what you use for water. 

Slowly spell your words for me,

graciously 

cautiously

repeatedly.

I’ll slowly scramble my words to you,

intentional

susceptible 

Subtle but not quite soft.

Your words touch with silk

And my words draw your blood.

Your last word softly stops

But I’ve forgotten how to speak

My last word has run out of time

Although I can’t remember what your last word was

Written on the line.