Your words
Your wordsare the tiniest
c t e r
s a t e
d
little slivers of brilliance
I must scurry to collect.
Frantically
before they expire
not resting until
every single one
is safe and sound.
Placing the slivers
in an intimate hollow
and taking them out
only in the dark
when I am alone.
My guilty little pleasures
clutched tightly in my fist
tenderly pressing them
to my ears.
©Jaydean Wszolek 2007