It’s the love itself
The love of the taste of words
The love of feeling them crawl across your fingers, and up your arms and neck,
of feeling them kiss you and bite you
and get in your bloodstream
of feeling the words transform you
by your reaction to their power
of feeling them sizzle and hiss and scream and giggle
and knowing ourselves and our world and our God
because of these
because of these
these
wordswordswordswords
but more than that…
because of this
because of the this thing that cannot be held…
because of the love itself
mind mandarins 