Interruption.

my heart was speaking.
why do you interrupt?

words pumped out of valves,
one after the next after the next.
they flowed
like the river
into the mouth.
words pumped out of these valves,
stopped short
by your fine breath.

why do you interrupt?

i spouted my fervors.
but instead of swallowing them
in one quick gulp,
you blew them all away.
passion escaped
from the redness in my arms.
but you cauterized this
now-shy tongue.

my heart was speaking.

i almost said
something important.
eloquence almost escaped
from this center.
i thought you would feel it.
i thought these bloody words
would drip onto
an open mind, an open heart.

you interrupt.

i cease.