They flow like water onto the page
cascade from fingers familiar with keys
and for a moment, it sets me free
forgets and forgives the self I see.
But what is this?
I open my mouth
the tongue beats arrhythmic pulse
and the words stutter
the words melt
like too much butter
and suddenly I stand naked
as your eyes bore into me
and I realize
that the words cannot save me
heat comes to my face
as I am betrayed
the words on the page are friends always
I must speak, then the words are gone
like the words,
have moved along.