I throw words
like playing cards onto a table;
flirty challenges and gentle jabs,
light and gliding, with
a smile and an airy laugh.
I throw words
like javelins,
missing my mark, burying softly into
some other patch of heart,
leaving my hands heavily empty.
I throw words
onto pages, like ripping out a tooth,
hoping that they will extract alongside them
the words of yours
that are carved into my skull.
like playing cards onto a table;
flirty challenges and gentle jabs,
light and gliding, with
a smile and an airy laugh.
I throw words
like javelins,
missing my mark, burying softly into
some other patch of heart,
leaving my hands heavily empty.
I throw words
onto pages, like ripping out a tooth,
hoping that they will extract alongside them
the words of yours
that are carved into my skull.