Anxious and on the tip of my tongue
Zero more or less
Yet anything but
Anxious and antsy
My words in impatient urgency
Faint spasm in rolling boil
Lukewarm humidity
Her lips so close to mine
As to feel the tilting tides of her breath
Her words so close to me
On the tips of our tongues
As if to taste sugar within vinegar
As if to press my mouth upon
The surface of her fickle moodiness