I have practiced the language of hurt
But it is useless to me now
When I bubble over, stupid and
Reckless at your touch.
I make up pain, imagine salt
In the little bite of my lip,
But that stinging only makes me
smile more.
Maybe I could write
About the pain of missing you.
But before I find the words I lose myself
Again in joy.
Felix Deiss 09.26.2022
DCC: Deiss Composition Collection 