To my Words

To my words, one day I’ll love you again.
The intimacy we shared, I hope one
Day will be restored. To birds we’re akin,
Flight or fall. Put you on air then I’m gone.

My brain fails to make the right connection
To my tongue. Transmitters away from seem
To run, mouth will never taste perfection
As when we were lovers on a high beam

Of light like a tightrope, barely holding
Ground, balancing as not to reach the ground
Our feet bare as clay swift, cold, and molding
Why? Survival depended on the clouds.

But alas, much like Babylon we fell
Thinking too much on John Donne’s tolling bell.