The sound of words
   abound
They drift with seamless
   purpose
Clutching to emotion
Caressing raw exposed
   and
      languid
         flesh
With mental fingers
	twitching 
		strong
			along
				the lines
					of vapor
						thoughts
The letters crawl
They jostle
They quake
They fidget in the 
   wake
Of lust for
Substance
Settling from a statement
   a demand
      a chortle 
         in the sand

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr