All The Poems

All the poems I wish your lips could feel,
to taste their raw discontent
and chew each one
as though it were an ice cube
melting
past the tip of your tongue

Inhale the frigid air
of all you will not say,
my, how silence can freeze
even the warmest dream

I wish you would speak to my words,
just sputter about like August
as though a nest of wild verbs
have gathered themselves in your mouth
and cannot not be said