Hold back
I can taste the words you want to say
In the movement of your body
I can see the words before they unleash
Tangible as sand running through your fingers
They dissipate on your tongue
Leaving a fowl discomfort in the air
This was your fault
You shouldn’t have said anything
Sickly sweet remnants of intention
Wasted by what should have never been said
The words can’t be undone
No more then the warmth of your breath on my neck
The look would have been enough
