WORDS

I miss your words, the easy of them

the laughter at the edge of one

story leading into another

the way you turn your mouth

sideways when you're full of jokes

or irritated and only the folding

of arms across chest tells me

which is which

I miss the way G*d comes out

your mouth when you least expect

and how it surprises you

but not me, I am always waiting

for the celestial entrance

because you stand in the gap

between heaven and earth

I have seen the dust on your

feet and star shine on your face

I miss the way you sigh

when you're content, when

you've spent yourself with loving

and want more but need a

reprieve, and you retreat

to words like, awww...

babe

I miss the pause.. the thoughtful linger

between verb and subject, the non-words

that speak loud and full of your

dreams, techno-colored brilliant

and the words swirls push themselves

against your teeth into the air

before you and take shape

create new realities

I miss the inappropriate words

the awkward emotions

the uncommon passion

that sits right on the tip

of your tongue

© Valerie Bridgeman

March 12, 2013