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.