3am poem
Somehow
At some point
I forgot the sweetness of words
The gems in your mouth
The slow perfect shape
They became coarse and mechanical
Functional
Awkward
Purpose-full
And pulled out of my skin like plucking hairs from my eyebrows
Or like someone said in a book I just read
Like pulling glass out of your penis
I wouldn't know that part but I can relate
But tonight I'm remembering what it's like
To close your eyes and say a word
Two words
Three
Softly
Full of wonder
At some point
I forgot the sweetness of words
The gems in your mouth
The slow perfect shape
They became coarse and mechanical
Functional
Awkward
Purpose-full
And pulled out of my skin like plucking hairs from my eyebrows
Or like someone said in a book I just read
Like pulling glass out of your penis
I wouldn't know that part but I can relate
But tonight I'm remembering what it's like
To close your eyes and say a word
Two words
Three
Softly
Full of wonder