I am the starved sanctuary for un-formed words and

by I pass the feverish wind that recipes its way

beyond my teeth to mix another spoon of

awkward with a sifted pound of nervous laughter,

folding and kneading a cavernous desire

that piecemeals its softened voice

into any semblance of oral freedom

my selfishly shy lips will dare untangle.

Please visit me at www.pisceanesque.com - Tamara Natividad