words in a reflection

late at night and the

words we fumble with

the ones we say and the ones we

.

don't

.

soft slow and sweet

like that guitar playing

it falls down on us like

rainstorms

we could go all night

couldn't we

i whisper as you

.

smile

.

our limbs entangled

slow like those soft sweet

cords flying off the neck of

that guitar

sweet on our

lips

and trips off our

tongue

like those words

.

the ones we have

yet to say