The pink light of night loosened thoughts and tongues; blood pulsed and sped and fizzed and choked off words. But by then words did not matter.
words
Verbs in your mouth
Tongue roll smooth verbs round your mouth like cool pebbles, massaging your tongue and making lips smile. Then clean cut facets that tingle, nettle mint stingle, the sharpness, the crevice, the crack.
The power of a word
In the beginning I was a word. A word one said to another and the other repeated back. And now, and so, I am. I was a word
simonsalento 