Words from my Mouth

When love strikes you dumb
you better not fight it.

Dive in and drown in the suffocation
bathing in the beautiful anticipation:

Of kisses years too late,
Desires filled and satisfied.
Lovers, vexed and spent.
Embraced and beaten.

Exhausted collapsing onto each other
in each other, struck dumb.

You better not fight it but love it.
Love in it.