Words

You're whispering in the middle
of the night, breaking softly on my neck,
warming my dreamless state;

typed words on a screen that
don't need handwriting to decorate
their meanings;

and then, handwritten love letters
written straight from the heart,
with scratched out lines and spelling mistakes;

a sentence scribbled on a spare
napkin, stuffed in a pocket and dropped
just as quickly;

all those words, full of emotion and
things I have no way of describing –
all at my fingertips.

It makes me shiver as though my
entire being is created from words –
all crammed inside me,

waiting to burst free.