I’m deflated of words.
The poetry I yearn to write is the scent of your skin. Waves of feelings, I want to conduct over your glistening aura.
Wrap tongues around the words of intimacy. Carve essences of transcendence in your psyche.
Words only frustrate me anymore. They cannot be crafted accurately enough to express how your fingers cross mine and my pores vibrate.
I lose my voice and gain clarity.