Empty of Words

She oft has my heart racing

Gone were my words

Such bliss was found

I was a vessel empty for her words

nothing else could appease my hunger

so I tore the syllables apart

crunched consonants under poor punctuation

and let vowels hang loose

limping slightly as they fluttered in the wind

As tongue and teeth worked in harmony

no more words

merely sounds

muttering new meanings

Muttering my ecstasy

Filled by sounds

Only then

was I sated

Man thinking