The Taste of a Word
The taste of a word as it leaves my lips
The feel of a breath as it�s catched on my tongue
The whir of my mind as it battles to know
If this word deserves to be heard
The taste of an insult, one even in jest
Is salty like tears and satin like cream
Is warm melted butter, and salve all together
For undiscovered wounds of friends
The taste of endearment, the flavor of risk
Seeps slow down from the mind, and up from the heart
And lips stuck together, though anxious to fly . . .
The taste of endearment is risk
The taste of a Word, with a capital letter
Swells sweet with terror, and salt of cold sweat
Lips tighten together, tongues flee in the hope
That those words go to someone else