oooh April
although my lips
keep imprisoned
and my tone and tongue
keeps blurred and buried
Light words of sheer adoration
I fear my Rib Cage
can no longer hold hostage
the heavy hymns
and piercing tantrums, of my heartbeat
and the shattering force
of my emotional fleet
of an iceberg of words
rising beyond the surface
of the ocean within me,
whose blues, upon my face,
reside falsely yet willingly
For as my feelings for you
cripple me while growing stronger
my heartbeat grows louder
and sharper
to the vulnerability of my ribcage
whose cracks
formed by a love-swollen heart
and its explosive outbursts
against my chest
Leaves my reality upside down
and my…
Mouth hindered unable to speak
and Mind, unable to reach the peak
where my iceberg of words
can peacefully dive
into your ears
with or without
a water slide of tears