Each Word

Words they seem to dry up like the oceans.
Long drawn out waiting for the last word to come.
Tick toc tick toc.
The moment seems to be lingering on my mind but not on my lips.
Each word, each dirty little word creeping into you like some perverted mind that dances around you then once when a moment is right you strike.
Your smiling face, your lovely big eyes, how you look, how you smile with your devaluing eyes.
How I take you in, how we find each other.
Has the ocean dried up? No, I'm speechless, lost for words.
Watching you fall asleep, slowly your eyes close then open galiantly, putting up the good fight. but who won?
Who won indeed?

April 23/12