A word- Poem

A word trips and tumbles down

A slip of your tongue, an unintended kindness,

Thrown off the top of your word pond

I denote it as compassion, if not passion;

You see my ears smile,

Relishing it too much-

You stagger in fear

Trying to rewind and undo.

You detach, at will,

Cold, distant, yet again,

Now the words shoot out :

Fast, numerous, empty.

I erect a barricade and slither away

But not before I steal your word,

Stitch it, intact, in my veins,

Dance away, away from you,

Dance away to its jarring ring.

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