A bright word that is seen can
start a fire behind the eyes,
can carry me to experiences that
my earth-clad boots never will

A dim word passing through my ear,
whether screamed above a haunting melody,
or whispered to no one in the darkness
can make my heart break like resonating china

Writing words like these can bare my soul,
and purge me of emotions long undisturbed

The best is a word spoken,
chewed on with it's gristle and juices,
and spit out for relief
upon the previously empty space

And a wordless word,
like a lover's arms draped across my neck,
without thought, during a long night
that effortlessly fades into the next day

And don't even get me started on phrases.