In Between My Weakened Breathes

I used To Stutter At My Best

Intentions creeping Into Actions,

Sleeping Softly, Strongly Kept

In Books Ive Written

When My Head Felt Like

The Way We Say Our water Tastes

Upon Our Tongues We calmly Said,

"It cannot be Defined"

No, It Cannot be Defined

My Spine sends Storms

Wrapped up In Kisses

Like Fishes; They Travel

In Schools, Making Their Homes

Out Of Places They Don't Already Know

I wish Things Could Be Described,

But they cannot be defined