These Words

These Words, March 13, 2014, 2 AM

What happens to these words
When the don’t come out

My eyes see them
Create horizons from
Points of no return

My ears hear them
Talk unrealized hope
Off of ledges

My lips dare
To speak them
And stutter confusion instead

My skin feels them
Awaken even the deepest
Sleep of lovers

My nose breathes them
And spring flowers
Are slighted

These words become great
Even when
They stay in & with me
© Shilo Kuriakose 2014


Posted on March 22, 2014 .