The same tongue that’s used
To tickle and taste, will tease
That heals, will bleed
Turmoil and greed
My speech is a seed
Sprouting love, growth, lust and mistrust
Germinating your psyche
With thoughts to ponder
Flowing with the fluidity of fresh water
All with the roof of my L
The breath in my I
The full-lipped bite of my F
And the effortless Ease of
The embrace that awakens the need to
Speak life instead of invisible daggers
No more confirmations of defeat
Or remnants of deceit
The victory will be if
It is up to me to speak
Awesome post! i love your imagery…
Thank you!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!
IS THAT ALRIGHT!!!!? Yeah, this is it!
LOL! Thanks Jasira…really glad you like it!