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