What is a wordless whisper but a thought,
A mere idea like a lightbulb turned on in secret,
Keep it locked and tight for no person holds that key,
Keep me close push me far and never let me go,
The words tumble around your head like a landslide in a tumble dryer,
Worn out so much it may expire lest it be allowed to speak,
The pressure, gaining in weight,
But when your lips part in wanton need, you taste the truth and know that it is sweet.