it's so hard to read you
to speak you
and imagine you

you are a language,
I can never learn

a fact,
twisted into intelligence

an error,
in judgement.

once said- you can't be taken back

a soft monotone of harsh lines
a zigzag of tiny rainbows in the eye.

you are quicksand

pulling in and afraid of letting go

you are so many things and I don't know what I really like about you

I want to talk smoothly
when it comes to you
your letters stringing together,
like silk chocolate
on my tongue,
and learn you.

I want to converse and sing
only in you and you alone.

I don't want the breathy stammering
and the uncalled syllables(...)
when I mumble you.

it must be heady
to know a language
with an ease
I know like my own tongue

to recognise you
and call your name,
in you

it's a rush

it's a heady rush

I never want to come down from.

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©VioletEden

20thApril2017