the love of the taste of words

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



but more than that…

because of this

because of the this thing that cannot be held…

because of the love itself

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