Reading Me

i have this thing about saying words like that you know… and God it’s come up so many times shutting my mouth pressing my lips mutually biting my tongue i have this thing— this fear— you know… about saying words like that in half-dredged sleepy hours i have found them breaking through this morning i trapped it held it here but i started to i started too… this thing i have… about words like that— you know? so i grip your hand and push a warmth through it open my eyes wide and find you this thing— about words like that …you know can you taste it in the back of your throat when i look like that? can’t you smell it in my hair when i let you comb your fingers through it? words like that… …i have this thing you know gripping silently speaking without taking hold please please please please pleasepleaseplease hear me! i have this thing about saying words like that you know! then… a smirk and a contact from your finger across my jaw and you say how fitting it is this… “after-glow”