i was going to write about how perverse it is

to have all your sexuality channeled

through a cell phone in 140 character limits

and to have something so foreign

play host to what you find most intimate

to things you should out loud when you're alone

or on pen to paper

or from mouth to mouth

not with dull fingers

not with calloused tips

but with a dexterous tongue

catching and rebounding off hard white teeth

that grip and pull of fleshy lips

i was going to write about how my language has been strangled

beaten back down into brief little thoughts

afraid to venture outside of a sensible sentence

and how envious i am of megan

her words spilling out and bursting seams

flowing over edges with abandon

they are wild wild sentences

they are stallions on open plains

it would be wrong to capture them

to break and tame them

i was going to write about how surreal it feels

to know that they will read this