Love

What does it mean? And how does it feel?
A gradual crescendo as the feelings
Grow and everything expands.
Is everything clearer? Or does it all
Blur and interlope, bind together
With the sun, the moon, the flowers
On the footpaths? Or does it
Hurt and howl to be free?
Does it scratch at your sides
and glide softly along your body
Leaving you feeling hopeless -
Or is it just meaningless?

Words

The words tumble
The words rumble
They fill me to the brim
They stick in my throat
Block my pores and dry my mouth,
Poisoning my blood, thickening
my skull the words
they entrap me they slither
they strangle
they cover every angle
of me.