National Poetry Month Day 22

National Poetry Month
Day 22

In my feelings

My words fall
Quiet on my lips
Seemingly even my whispers
Stand still in the moment
Of summer storms
Yet
My heart screams
Beside the oxygen breeze
Touching your purple passion
Yells escape through
The cracks of my broken dream
Yielding before you
Speechless
Yet
I reach for you
Calling
My fingerprint
To speak the love
I pine for across
My crippled tongue
Watching for the signs
To speak the words
You yearn to hear
But my ink is the tattoo
I use to free
My emotional verbiage
I'm in my feelings
About you

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker