little words

[BasiKs]

little words

these words-
these little words.
they dance a bitter-sweet fandango in my heart,
and waltz silently on the tip of my aching tongue.
they jive and swing,
unsummoned
to the rhythm of my anima-
the crop of emotion
unabetted...
unabated by conscious thought.
so sourly stagnant
in their all-too common composition
and yet the expansive vines of my vernacular
can yield no sweeter, nor truer fruit.
every fiber of my enamored being
fervently endorses their veracity,
yet faculties of reason
yield no logical substantiation,
nor even can the sum of human knowledge
define these words-
these little words

little words which my twitching lips
refuse to articulate.
alone, i bear the weight of a truth,
whose only beauty is in its sharing.
a beast of feral disposition, raised in captivity,
who, having glimpsed the macrocosm,
now yearns to be free.
and as much as i am her captor,
so too am i her prisoner-
ensnared by her pervasive and paralyzing venom.
immobilized by this paradox of mutual custody,
i’m sheltered and kept safe from harm,
but ultimately, truth is wont to spread itself,
and when it does, it takes the unassuming form
of these words-
these little words.