Word Drought

The rain has dissipated, wind, quietened to a whisper,
but, this cloud, this cloud, encircling me, floating
just above arm’s reach, taunting my awakening,
disturbing my dreams, colored sweet as gladiolas;
every syllable held in tight-lipped moments
when all I could do is genuflect, begging pardon
for every questionable adjective muttered in silence,
every thought, muted, in the name of love.

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