catch

there are times i catch words,
unaware, in a net
i didn't know i cast.

i pick them carefully out,
foot, like hook, from mouth.

i cure their lockjaw
with a quick shot as
rust rots their teeth out.

it's so hard to find
different words to define
the one word you know
you really want to say.

i hope you hear it
like i hear it.

as whispers of wind
thrumming my ear drums,
wild and steady
as a tribal chant in the dark.

real meaning has such a
wavering nature,
that to use the tongue
to say
what a look, or touch,
can radiate,
is a waste of breath.

if there was a latch to release
or a lock to twist, some
catalyst key to translate this
blanket of language
i weave between us,
believe me, i would
pull, turn, push it
in an instant.

it's hard to solidify
with fact and diction,
what would most like
to stay liquid.