There are words
inside me,
but they are
stuck fast
to the center of my chest
and they will not,
can not
come out.
Your root beer eyes,
hold mine
until I look away.
The words move to my throat,
and I
swallow them back down.
My universe is
shifting.
Grab me, quick
before I float further
away
from you.
Poly Nirvana 