Languor
January 30, 2012
These thin lips
give me away –
a flimsy scribble
guarding against all
I was never
going to say.
The good inentions
lie
somewhere just beneath
the tongue.
An indefinable langour,
lost and lumpy,
dissipates into nothing,
the way steam escapes
from your breath
into the cold
winter air.
And the Other Thing Is... 
I think “lumpy” is a fine, fine word, and it’s so nice to see it in a poem. Great job!
love the feelings you get down to in these poems