Words...

dancing...

taking license with my heart

hurling my soul...

forward...

crippling my thought process

unmeasured...

unspoken...

but, there, just the same

fondling my senses

pitching their tent

homesteading my mind

inner musings

scrambling for cover

fearful of being left...exposed to all

their silence is deafening

they come...unannounced

making their presence known

leaving me, exhausted

from their assault

yet, I find myself

craving them

yielding to them

missing them

when they are gone

upon their retreat

I find myself

more than willing

to crawl to their abode

just to say

I know them!!!