Amidst the rivers of saliva
and the taste bud mountains
is the forest of
words left unsaid.
So long have these words
lived on the tip of my tongue,
that they have taken root
and sprung into an evergreen wood.
Their leaves are reaching for the sun
that is your ear drums.
And they long for that vitamin D.
Your presence is like an ax
threatening to cut this forest down,
and I haven't decided whether I am a
fiery conservationist
or an angsty deforester.
Inspired by Tyler Knott.
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