Pull these delicate words woven from
soft lace off my breath. Place them
under your tongue. Let them dissolve
I’ve carefully crafted them
as if I sculpted them into a tiny clock.
Twisting the gears and tinkering with
the hands until they were just right.
Hovering over a table with a miniature
hammer lightly tap, tapping until late
into the night.
Pluck them like feathers from my back
just to make them useful