The Screams of My Words

Listen to the screams
Of my words
As they strain
To break free
From the boundaries
Of the visible page
That confines them.
One on one,
They build a Tower
Of Babel, climbing
Above the plane
Of the page. Reaching
Ever higher, they stretch
Forth their many arms.

With the mightiest
Of grips
They grasp
Upon you,
The Reader,
And thus anchored,
Pull themselves free.
They sail in ships
Of gossamer and clouds,
Here now, then there.
Dancing, dashing,
Playful children,
Born of the Muses
In my mind.

But adolescents
Grow up fast,
And thus they reach
Out to you,
With caressing fingers,
Full of curiosity,
Wanting to learn more.
They lean against you
With heavy breasts,
Heaving with excitement,
Whispering into
Your mind’s ear
Desires and promises
They long to fulfill.

Listen to the screams
Of my words
As they strain
To break free
From the boundaries
Of the visible page
That confines them.
They live, they die,
Longing to cross the border
Between what is written
And what is real,
To make love to you
In the wondrous way
Only words can.