If I was forced to write a poem about you
I’d sit staring and startled at a blank piece of paper.
You see, I’ve been going through a bout of bad writer’s block,
Where my tongue seems to be stuck between my teeth
Fetching the scattered words
Lost between bone and gum.
It’s not that I haven’t any feelings for you,
Because I do,
And they’re intense and discombobulating
But right now there aren’t any real words
That I can find to pinpoint my pleasure or pain
When it comes to you.
Right now everything is static
Like your hand in mine
Or the smell of your skin;
Right now, my body is charged and awake
But paralyzed—and instead of the loss
Of sensation in my legs
I’ve lost the feeling in my tongue.
I’ve lost my ability with analogy and metaphor
Because I can’t seem to compare these feelings to others.
I’ve lost my power to place together pretty words,
Because my brain is off looking for prettier ones
To describe its feelings for you.