the words I speak
don’t sound as good over the phone
you gotta hear them in person
you gotta hear them alone
you gotta hear the tone
and all the inflections
map out the slick movement of my lips
as they depart from each other to start dancing
the soft airless breath
I take before my lisp try to escape my
tongue twists and interrupts my train of thought
and run on sentence about
love, beauty and the after life
Its not enough to just
guess what that feels like
or ask me to repeat them twice
over a cellular device
You gotta hear them right
You gotta hear them in person
You gotta hear them alone