Your Dictionary Smile
Your Dictionary Smile
Your words fall in patterns.
They jump and they lick like the flames of a furnace.
Your words fall in patterns.
They bellow and chant in the fire inside me.
And as I trace the patterns into something
I only imagine,
Into something I would like,
You give your words to someone else.
Your words fall in patterns.
You could plunder a town with your lips alone.
Your words fall in patterns.
I trade limb and organ for your dictionary smile.
And as I mold your words into thoughts
I only imagine,
Into thoughts I would like,
You give your thoughts to someone else.