Words have this beautiful power over me that I crave with clenched fists and parted teeth.
and when I'm drenched in the flowers of language I am left dizzy and gasping for air
So when smiling serpents slither off of your silver tongue
spitting sweet familiar venom
don't take the shivers they send down my spine the wrong way.
And when I am sending praises up to the sky
sloppy off the sounds you've strung together to saturate my soul
don't sing to the world that I am your spirit.
You won't find that I have fallen for you.
Only for the flowers that grow between your teeth
and tumble, fully bloomed, into the mouth of my starving soul