Rolling words catapult off the tip
of my tongue
like a canon
and quickly crawl back through warm canals safe and sound.
too shy or afraid of rejection to interact.
Help me! Get back in there.
No! It’s easier here.
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU! Eeeks, too cold out.
It’s hot inside, though.
So hot it singes the dots on their i’s and melts the crosses on their t’s.
So hot the words melt into my bloodstream and give me a fever.
But ear dwellers would rather boil
than hit the air,
freeze in their tracks,