On the Tip of My Tongue
An Exploration
warm words
linger like honey
on the tip of my tongue
but yours are
creamy-rich
indulgent
so much deeper than the lean
a masterpiece
hypnotic
weaving wonders with every word
but beware
such words can knit emotions from thin air
and drown you with them
love songs and sad poetry
leave behind the bittersweet
and salt burns behind the spice of sarcasm
envious and tearful
scared and trembling like
a tenor's tender timbre
or the rock-candy crystal of a soprano
every voice a flavor in the meld
a recipe apart
and each a meal worthy of sharing
over a story and a song
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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Comments (1)
Excellent piece ❤️😉