Words

The words rolling out your tongue 

the syllables I count, 1 - 2 - 3 

may have a meaning that will not 

drain the blood from my face 

before I catch myself 

facing the floor 

Let my guard down as you try, 

succeed but fail

to hear the cry of a wolf 

under a moon lit fairy tale

he that grasps thorns and silk 

on my palms.