When a poem speaks

It paints me as angry,

As something worth feeling,

Chases me into the parted lips of noon

 

My name etched in stone

When a poem speaks

The prophetic tongue,

Sands heavy with infinite footprints

 

Memories up and alive again,

Shadows lurking in the corners,

When a poem speaks

My tongue unfurls like a carpet

 

I am more than the clouds can contain,

The loose petals turn to flying insects,

Ants vomit sugar and recede

When a poem speaks