It is the words that are the root of the problem
Not communication,
not how your body blocks mine as we cross paths
Nor the enticing gaze that sits on you
as you await your steadfast other half
No, it is the words
those incompetent fools
who command the caress of the tongue as it
slides lightly around the inside of our mouths
playing victim, playing perpetrator
and it is we who give in to this game
pacified by the repeated stroke of their syllables,
surrendering to the construct
of word, of language: of motion, of thought.
