The 365 Project Pt. II

words fill my mouth
in a deep kiss that
won’t let go none of
which makes sense
but like haiku means
everything

short and long in
syllables and lips
only the essence
remains told again
the simplest way
inside

the first syllable
and a sound long forgotten
we are born from this

a wordless code in
lips without words
speaking in tongues
silently invoking the
spirit of the divine
moment

the first syllable
and a sound long forgotten
we are born from this

epw 2.11.08 perrysburg, oh