With your tongue in my mouth
you try to tease out
the secret of my silence,
but I keep it hidden
like
a garden
full of dead
& dying
flowers.
With your tongue in your mouth
you make sounds
that unfold my rib cage, take
each strange organ
in your hands &
show me that
bones need not be broken
to be open.
Somehow,
in the blue reflection of your ocean
eyes, the poison in these organs
rise like vapour to the sky;
somehow,
that ocean brings me back to life.
So let me in
& see
if I will sink
or swim.
Words for Ghosts 