~~Words~~

Words are:

Tools, stacked up neatly

In a red-windowed shed,

Waiting to be used;

Toys, laid out sprawled

On the floor of a kitchen,

Waiting to be stepped on.

Words are the rhythm of my life:

Drum beats and sighs,

Rock and rhythm and rhyme.

Waiting to dance,

To prance,

To come alive.

Words are mine,

And not yours.

I possess them:

They sing within my veins,

Visible through

Paper-white skin.

They fall

From my chapped lips

Like rubies.

They slither

Down my reddened cheeks

Like petals of a snow-white flower.

Words are

Who I am:

I cannot be defined,

But nor

Can I be found.

Look for me

In the forest

Of pages,

Where every bird-cry

Is nothing more

Than the scratching

Of a pen.

Look for me

In the pages

Of a book.

Look for me

Among

The words.