4

I crawl to him with twisted words
But in his magic 
he untangles all woven speak 
and naughty 
knotted tongues
He stands upon the sea
His salty love 
I ride on a wave
On a crest, 
on a sea swell of foaming man
He holds my face in his hands 
but my heart 
he grips in a virtual fist
The only words that escape my lips 
are who a
nd why
No words exchanged
He left me thirsty for words
Hungry 
on a quest for his mind