Between the words, softness
femininity expressive, excessive
the sliver in my finger that must come out.
Words on breath’s edge
wanting and wanting too much
words that conspire in your presence
words at once so right
honest, innocent words
crave your attention and you know it.
Our words do drift, don’t they.
Whirlwinds climbing and diving
only to drift once more
until the winds rise again in fury.
And fury is good, isn’t it.
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Hometown girl ~