IN THE WOMB OF WORDS

Pressed
in the womb of words and
dragged through the politics that
mist over our dreams and
soften the years, as sometimes;
training your eyes,

the almost perceptible,
the near embrace,
the full orgasm,
corners the curve, and always;
after the fall,
before the expression,
beyond a re-course, its never;

enough, in your silence,
too little, I speak,
far much, we regret.