There is a baby talking in tongues again
and I am as silent as ever.
No 'I love yous' or open-mouth kisses,
only off-white undertones
and pungent tendencies
to drown out the noise.
Posted on 03/05/2003Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben
this poem does not lack for guts. It lives and breathes in real time and imagined.
Pierces the mind and soul like a well sharpened sword. Well done!